Donna Lee, can you make your presence known?
It's your pupil here, learning lessons on his own
About what becomes of this world's refuse
Oh Donna Lee, poor you
Struggled in slow pursuit
Of that wandering satisfaction never met
Like your Elliot Smith, chose asylum in your end
In Los Angeles, I touched his memorial wall
I signed your name
Like the refugee denied her one request
A safe escape from the great unrest
In her rags, they dragged her off, disowned
Far away from where she'd dreamt
The streets were paved with gold
God, rest her soul
After all, you let her wander alone
If you finally find Elliott Smith
I hope he tells you how much you were missed
So when you see him, wave him hello
After the show
He'll know, he'll know
But I'm hurting to know if I'll still feel your glow
Or will I shiver
Donna Lee, can you make your presence known?