Waking in a foreign land.

Your train arrives. So this is where the eagle flies.

A little shop on Sulfur Street.

Window Flowers - so neat

You can hardly blink your eyes. So you take 'em

To the back room

Where sitting and knitting is

Mrs. Lotus, your wife in Act Two.

She understands you've just got into town!

So "settle down, and wait a while, and let me take the load off."

Ever exciting - look alive - her grip is tightening...



You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!

You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!

You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!

I hope you brought your new umbrella.



30 years go floating by.

Your growing old - she fit you in her special mold.

The world has turned another screw.

Look in the mirror - that's you!

In the interest of time it's apparent

You've been cheated.



The flowers are wilting and

All the cake's already eaten.

Something bad is stirring in the sky.

So don't ask why - just grab your things and try to make a run. For

It is so frightening. She's got her fingers in the lightening...



You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!

You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!

You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!

Good thing you brought that old umbrella.



Sitting in the window as the world goes passing by.

This is your return to a life you put aside.

You had everything you wanted, you were young and so alive.

It all becomes a lonely lullaby.



Can it be you're dreaming? You're never never leaving town?

Or maybe this IS heaven? Or else... you're going down.

There are faces in the shadows, there are echoes on the tide.

It all becomes a lonely lullaby.