I can see myself seeing him,
Gorbachev on the TV screen.
I recall the library pictures,
Gorbachev on the TV screen.
I recall the library pictures,
and the ever-present figure
of Dr. John Harbison,
the State Pathologist.
I thought President Hillery
was a woman, known only
by her first name,
and associated
Bosnia Herzegovnia
with the Eurovision.
Boutros Boutros-Ghali
were just words I'd repeat.
Beirut seemed both made up,
and the only place on earth .
In all that I did not understand
I felt he was a decent man:
Glasnost, perestroika, and that birthmark,
Here's to you, Mr. Gorbachev.