I saw salem bursting april from my Window seat
There I met mary
She not the type who'd want to marry me
Our conversation was of honeyed lips And rosy cheeks
And the man she'd met and loved and lost
again...this week
I said "What's the reason for your reckless optimism?"
She said "no reason, no rhyme
It's just my disposition
It's just my disposition."
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There's a golden child in the spires
Above this town
He lifts his trumpet to the sky
And sets his feet upon the ground
I said to mary "don't you know there's something
More than this?
And I'm not smiling
But that doesn't mean that I'm always depressed
It's just hard to talk about the things that make
Me who I am
But I know suspicion, apprehension, so you
Know I understand."
(chorus)
Who's he calling down?
Mary turned away
She'd barely heard a word I'd said
She watched the trees
And smiled the smile you see when ember Eyes are dead
Then she turned to me, with sadness Welling in her gaze
You know i've been living my whole Life 'till now and never did betray
A single feeling
A solitary sincere face
I hope it's not too late for me"
She stood to leave
The bus was on its way
The bus was on it's way
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