The Charlatan (a love song)
He loves you like a game show.
It’s touch and go.
One last throw.
That’s all for now folks, time to go;
checking out talent in the front row.
Pass the plate, eat humble pie,
Daddy’s gonna sing you a lullaby.
Cross your heart and hope to die.
There’s a blind man putting motes in your eyes.
It’s the Charlatan.
There’s no place left to rest your head.
Charlatan.
Once lost, so hard to find the thread.
Every time you sing your song you change your tune.
Every time you open your mouth you close your heart.
So close you can feel the chill,
had all these years, and you do it still.
Who’s the one who stops you when you start?
Familiar face, the voice on the ’phone,
lies and memories of a foreign home.
The man on the billboard makes no bones:
Solid citizens cast first stone.
Out in the desert in the belle tower
turn the dial, sweet dreams gone sour.
Don’t bother looking in the corridors of power,
it’s not Father Time that changed the hours,
It’s the Charlatan.
There’s no place left to rest your head.
Charlatan.
Once lost, so hard to find the thread.
And when you feel you can’t maintain it anymore
and the tears fill your eyes,
You open your mouth to tell the truth
and out it comes,
out it comes,
out it comes,
out it comes,
out it comes,
another lie.
Charlatan. Under the curse.
There’s no place left to rest your head.
Charlatan, what could be worse?
Once lost, so hard to find the thread.
