The next day was hanging day the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows she didn’t even blink
The hanging judge was sober he hadn’t had a drink
The only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts.
The cabaret was empty now a sign said. “Closed for repair”
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
She was thinking about her father who she very rarely saw
Thinking about Rosemary and thinking about the law
But most of all she was thinking about the Jack of Hearts.
Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don’t think about nothing but the Monkey Man
Sometimes I imagine myself as a drifter,
Seeker of fortunes, connoisseur of great wines.
Dashing through meadows of yellow and green,
Trying to catch the impossible dream,
Leaving the straight life behind.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
Fight like a brave
Don’t be a slave
No one can tell you
You’ve got to be afraid
Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I’m afraid
While shivering in my shoes, I strike a careless pose
And whistle a happy tune and no one ever knows I’m afraid
And if they stare
Just let them burn their eyes on you moving
And if they shout
Don’t let it change a thing that you’re doing
Hold your head up, oh
Hold your head up, oh
Hold your head up, oh
Hold your head high
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates,
Behold the King of glory waits.
Fly like the rainbow
I’m no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on
Kill the king, tear him down
Kill the king, yeah
Got to take his crown
Oh and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
Over and over, crimson and clover.
Over and over, crimson and clover.
I’m out of work, I’m out of my head
Out of self respect, I’m out of bread
I’m underloved, I’m underfed, I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But girls don’t they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can’t sleep, and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain
After the rain
No clouds over you
After the rain
Sun yellow sky blue
After the rain
After the rain
Though you can’t see it now
The sun never sets
It always knows
What you sometimes forget
The sun will shine again
After the rain
So when it’s raining have no regrets
Because it isn’t raining rain you know
It’s raining violets
Tiptoe through the window
By the window, that is where I’ll be
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me
My eyes begin to ache
In the cold electric light
There are no windows in this room
Which we’ve been sitting in all our lives
Oh the avenging angel
Shiver in the way of her stare
The angels are lost in the city of stars
Wise men are down on their knees
And the Fruitman of Freeway will sell you his cars
When he’s sure that you can’t find the keys
City traffic movin’ way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go, go
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our backs
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac