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