Guacamole

Man of the East longs for the streets,
lady of the night tells him what he likes.
Girl of the moon traveling in June.
Head to the West to find my succubus.

Crystal ball says sink or sail away,
'cause you know I want an endless holiday,
Waiting for the sun to go away.

Danced with the dead, now they wed,
Sold to the ghost. Lost was his soul.
Sleeps on a road - a road which he calls home.
Man of the East, girl of the streets.