John Stewart/Randy Cierley



The yellow window's hanging on the bed across the wall

Well, always in the morning the yellowest of all

And the faces of the people in the window look so small

And the faces in the morning were the peoplest of all

Standing on the verandah of Millium August.



I love to watch the spider in the horn of the Victrola

And the window I have colored with a burnt umber crayola

The chairs are musty horses with someone else's odor

And somewhere in the cushion is a secret ring decoder

Standing on the verandah of Millum August.



While I'm turning cartwheels, the kaleidoscope is singing

And somewhere in the distance someone else's phone is ringing

There are rugs upon the ceiling, there are lamps upon the floor

And renaissance wallpaper they put across the door

The house has been torn down and everyone has gone

And I am held a prisoner on a cemetary lawn

Standing on the verandah of Millium August