The Only Fun in Town

Just moved in to the scheme of things For a short while anyway Don't cry when you see them grin Not a love anyone can save And you felt the right performance Is the means, a means to an end An end that's always conclusive And is as is and so intends

Forced to look at these pages So many times exposed Don't know I miss them, Gives the notion I`m not alone See that pathway clear again Got seen 'em and know what it means The writings on a door again See that pathway clear again Does it look like yo