Oh, what a sun
That's just like the one
That used to shine on me
Now it bleaches out my fading inspiration
There on the lawn
Iron monument
Dim shape in the dawn
so familiar, stands engaged in oxidation
See the sign that reads:
"On the land and on the sea
He's the man who set the nation free"
We're all his children
Say this soul will yield
fruit and ivory
amber waves of grain
and though it rains, this field has fallen fallow
So when the harvest fails
does the farmer weep and wail?
Are there hothouse orchids on the dusty trail?
This might come as a start
but it's already falling apart
Iron rusts in rain
Dead dog in the sky
aspires to be admires
These flaming creatures shine
like stars as you project them on the ceiling
Sleep your life away
to Time's hypnotic sway
Six years to the day
but where we began, I can't remember
Only freaks remain
like the Comte de St. Germain
A calliope plays that haunting strain
of sweet remembrance
I see ghosts every night
like a smile that fades in the light
of this pleasure dome
Diamonds melt in your hand
Cotton candy is made out of sand
Iron rusts in rain
Copper kills the pain
Tin is much too weak
Rising Mercury
Wait for the dark
for the show to start
Outside in the park
you don't notice the parade is passing by
Do you dream in black and white?
Do you wish for second sight?
Can you name the things you love?
Can you see the place where
East is nowhere
South is nowhere
West is nowhere
Nowhere leads back home
published by Combustible Edison, Ltd. (BMI) © 1992