I take the train station to station
It's one of my few luxuries
Besides my last sip of coffee
And eyeing the man across from me
He is lost, lost in the paper
He's chasing some trivial pursuit
Some propaganda for your honey suckle dreams
That somehow grasp the day

I get off take a step, step, stop, look around
I can't find the time
And there's a man holding court in the market
And I can't conjure up a dime
His cheeks are kissed with mid December chill
Like a gnome standing firmly in the garden

The sky puts on her makeup (I hear Kiera say)
She's in her evening gown (Yes she is)
She coyly accepts the city lights (1, 2, 1, 2)
And wears them in her crown

Laying in bed I can't hear the side streets
I've blocked the record playing
Though it's singing just for me
And before drifting into sleep
Well, I hear Kiera say
Is that why people think life is beautiful?
Because they know that it ends?





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