Show me the face of the being who paces outside on the cobblestone While the world waits, and whispers of worry and fear The days have been wasted when plasticine faces bowed down to your reverie 'Cause it all comes back to you in the end If you find a way to make your goal, you will be right with yourself When the fire feeds your vacant soul you will be right with yourself When finally abasements, deliberate and callous try to swallow you whole By earth and ash and flesh and bone, you will be right with yourself If you came to see the mayor put your harness on We will ride through the dreams of your jilted youth It's so hard to be the mayor when your gossamer mantle is shearing off But it all comes back to you in the end