Neither the sound of the clown was heard
Nor the cry of the sky which fled and died
Towards the moon which broke itself open
Sparking the end of the start of infinity

Soon the lakes will bubble brooks for you
Dear lord lay down the rains again for soon
My blue eyes that cry for the seeing lie
Will burn with the human will of the ill-believed

Took my soul to the corner street store
Neither penny nor nickel I tried to pay
Smile on the face of the devil pointed horns
At times I question if I've ever been born

Too late were the night dates with the orange flare mare
Chipped beauty vest naked in the fiery sky
Cracked caresses of the woman that I thought I knew best
Made me see again the fear which is to believe

Naught here she said for the Earth is too rough
The dirt to tight, the grass is far too clean
Lets venture to the road where we'll get to know
Each other all over again