Hot Wax To A Stone

This is a song for a sad young man
A song for a drifter, a dreamer
Picking up stones on his way
back home
Trying to find something
to believe in
He’s been propping up bars,
playing cheap guitars
Trying to make some sense of it all
Knocking back jacks while the
barflies chat
And Jesus just walks out the door
He still don’t know what faith is
Says he lost it a long time ago
My emotional boy
I see those sparks in your eyes
I see that candle of hope as it
flickers and curls
At the windows of your soul
And a tear drips down his cheek
like hot wax to a stone
Now this is a song for that sad
young girl
It’s a song for the cruelty of beauty
She’s way up in her room playing
through her favourite tunes
Flicking through old
vogue magazines
Smoking cheap cigarettes in her
high heeled shoes
Dancing naked like Marilyn Monroe
Wiping the wine from her lips as
a teardrop drips
Into vanity’s wide ocean of fear
She still don’t know what love is
Says she lost it a long time ago
My emotional girl
I see those sparks in your eyes
I see that candle of hope as it
flickers and curls
At the windows of your soul
And a tear drips down her cheek
like hot wax to a stone
Now this is a song for those sad
young souls
And it’s a song for a moment,
a meeting
He’s in a back-street bar playing
cheap guitar
And then his eyes catch
the kindness of her beauty
As she strolls through the room
In those high heeled shoes
Dancing slowly to the magic
of his music
Then they’re picking up stones on
their way back home
Finding sapphires, diamonds
and pearls
She says “I think I now know
what love is
Please hold me now, don’t let me go
My emotional boy, oh how I see
those sparks in your eyes
And I see that candle of hope as it
flickers and curls
At the windows of your soul”
A tear drips down his cheeks like
hot wax to a stone