Little lamppost on the corner.
Evening sighing, “All's in order,”
on this quiet city street
where you told me we would meet. (I'm waiting.)
But the trolley broke down on New Year's Eve,
and since I have no one left to leave,
I'll bundle up my losses like the laughter we've forgotten and follow my shadow through the leaves.
Ambling past the evergreens and palaces of kings and queens, the images pass -
but the longer they last,
the more they're splitting at the seams
Once upon a Riverside,
princes, paupers, kings and I stood side by side,
side by side.
Now cutout cardboard masquerades
line the streets and alleyways
from the other side, from the other side.
[All we had was make believe
to make the best, make it seem alright, alright -
once upon a time from the Other Side.]
Well, the war it seems was never won,
and your long road has just begun,
and a mother lies with her opened eyes
mourning the death of her fav'rite son.
The stage was set before she came,
and no one really knows her name,
and the neighbors meet in the vicar's seat
sending prayers to a deafened saint.
We can keep our cardboard boxes -
I don't mind if we're lost causes
stealing laughter sweet to sip
from each other's open lips.
Just name your price, you'll see -
the ghosts and ghouls will disagree
and keep our castles in the sky
to carry on, and pass us by, but
we can keep on being six
if you'll keep teaching me magic tricks, an'
here's one at which you excel:
the vanishing spell, the vanishing spell.
The bridge laid bare,
only God knows where it leads.