Please sit down for a while 
Do you remember this town when it lived 
Now it’s blown sky high 
All died 
There will be no happy ending, a new king applies 
And I’m proud 
More than he will ever know 
A wonderful starchild aglow 
And he’s writing his story down 

So much he understands 
Pages of words rolling out of his hand 
There’s nothing you haven’t heard 
All very worthwhile 
A fantasy tale of New York 

There’s a sound, very strange 
He has to run for his life 
He barely survives 
And now 
Somehow 
He tries to tell everyone but of course not a soul can believe 
The common folk, as usual, naive 
It’s nothing one man could achieve 
They don’t know what it’s all about 

Now there’s only one more day to go 
Before it all blows away 
Every fountain will spray blood 
As a writer he knows 
Filling the pages with more 
Putting a smile to my face as he goes