You hear a solo guitar
being played
in a city of light
Then imagine somewhere
in a garden
nearby
Someone
dressed to kill
is dancing alone
Because longing
took over
their dreams
Which turned hard
as a coastline
soaked in spray
and roused them
to try and dance
back into sleep
While
in a bar
not too far away
Someone’s drinking
their third Scotch
of the night
Wishing things
were different and they were
still open to touch
This is not the life
they once imagined
they’d live
A life
beyond vanilla
to make church people cry
For their vision
of heaven that was mostly
flat plain and white
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (instr. break)
Listening
to music
You start to cry
You can feel
something coming
that smells like a grave
Hope is exhausting
when hope
is all that you have
to get
from dark to dawn
and then through the day
Go to sleep
past dusk
then wake up in a sweat
Your picture of the future
turning
so flat plain and white
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (instr. break)
Four Scotches in
Shut off
They go stumbling home
Stops to lean
on the brick wall
of a garden nearby
On the other side
a dancer
continues to twirl
and the drunkard
starts humming
as they close their eyes
while this song
they don’t know
continues to play
The dancer
and the drunkard
so close in this city of light
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (instr. coda)
They never meet
Hope fails again
Their dreams collapse
Into flat plain and white
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