Dust

It was a very good year for village girls in sea green tights

When I built up that sequence right

Don my actor's cap and bowed to captains at the back

I'm here with the crown, flora and fauna

Born in disorder to West California

A golden girl in silver robes

With scepter held to save the stone

They said, "Play me the role you were born to play"

What did they tell you of life that midsummer day?

The Furies depend on your mightiest rage

Your time will be made when you take to the stage

As the comedy of tragedies, the error of our ways

Play it up to play it down, then play it back again

Enter left to take a right and back around to take the night

Then it's straight on 'til morning, I'm Peter Pan, it's like

Golden lads and girls all muss

Like chimney sweepers come to dust

Vocal grace, the silver stage

Where dying arms can never age

And music men with ballads bright

Are given wings with every night

And I with cheeks that softly blush

Like starry nights and full of dust

Uh, uh

If I didn't answer, don't panic, I was busy

Living with my I do's and I didn't's

So many good riddance to my past life

I made many good writtens with my past life

Was it comedy or tragedy? Baby, play your part

Someone told me, "Put the pen down if you don't make a mark"

Wrote the ending like the start, greatness on arrival

If I died on my knees, I said a prayer for all my rivals

Karma kinda spiteful, but I like her, she an eyeful

Eye for an eye, but if I missed, then it was my fault

Romeo and Juliet, the kiss could be to die for

If I'm not remembered, then I question what I tried for

Who do I provide for? Maybe I should lie more

The medicine is sweeter if I hide it in a trifle

Maybe I should cry more, say what's on my mind more

The list of all my problems is a mouthful and a mind full

Eating everything like a Peter Pan diet

Moment of silence when my thoughts get quiet

Golden lads and girls all muss

Like chimney sweepers come to dust

Vocal grace, the silver stage

Where dying arms can never age