Album: Mr. Macy Wakes Alone
There's a little crowd of children on the hill, beside the sanitarium
Throwing pebbles at the window 'til he reappears to sing a song to them
It is a song that winds its way inside their ears and out their
tear ducts to the ground
By the second verse, an angry nurse arrives and ties the little singer down
He dreams up a kingdom and sits on his thrown
He sings for the children surrounding his home
Would you believe in a dream if you woke up alone?
Here comes the lowlife with the highlights in his hair,
too old to wear the clothes he's wearing
he towers over all the children on the hill,
and can't believe what he is hearing
he writes a letter from the label, full of fancy words that set the singer free
he earns an honest $1.50 every time the singer sings to you and me
he lives in a kingdom and sits all alone
counting his money and drinking his rum
will he believe in the dream when he wakes up alone
he wakes up alone, singing pretty please:
pretend that you love me
pretend, that will do
There's a little crowd of children on the hill, beside the sanitarium
Throwing pebbles at the window 'til he reappears to sing a song to them.