Sunday, December 12, 2010

Rainy Sunday

This song is so good and sad.

Night has fallen quickly on the carnival in town

The cotton candy maker is the last to leave the ground

Shuts his tiny wagon and goes to a room somewhere

His life’s like cotton candy, an illusion not much there

Another man is working in a park across the town

With pointed stick he picks up paper scattered on the ground

Slowly does he walk and vent, his feet they are so sore

There’s no one to complain to, though he’s tried at times before


Paint a lady dressed up in the finest sequin gown

Colour her your favourite shade of yellow, pink and brown

Paint a lady, give her strands of tinsel all her own

Then you will not have to go on living life alone.

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