Faraway café

faraway cafe
Hollow reeds and empty chasms
Settle in for a long night
Rain outside and stars in our eyes
Fairy tales and daydreams
Come unglued
Tinfoil cup and paper mache
House of cards, house of clay
Past illusions finally won
Dancing and drinking til the dawn’s early light
Women grow old, memories fade
Money and time and gradual decay
You’re painted in technicolor,
you don’t miss a beat
If wishes were horses
mine would ride just as sweet
I’m all for equality
The landmine of the 60s
I’m a beggar, a liar,
a thief and a gypsy
Call me St. Valentine
The clothes suit me fine
Prince, pauper, sycophant