Marvin, my Marvin,

Let us finally unite,

And since I’ve met you,

My passions I write.

 

On the swings at Bethel,

You haunted my days.

Now I talk to you continually,

In a hundred different ways.

 

While my Mac Town sleeps,

We gaze at the moon

On the streets we go,

Trying to perceive my doom.

 

While the sun sets in the west,

The shadows around us grow long.

Gliding down Hill Road,

My perseverance becomes so strong.

 

Marvin, my friend,

Bobbing with a tune,

While the artistic boys talk,

They unwrap you from your cocoon.

 

They’re searching for themselves,

They’re searching for truth,

They’re searching for America,

And they’re looking for some proof.

 

Knowing you’d start on your search too,

And you did start so soon.

It was during the warming month,

On a sunny day in June.