I see the moonlight dancing
on an ocean that fades to sky
See couples silhouettes on the shore
See ragged lonely people
Whose eyes have lost their luster
Sad and empty faces, cry for more.
Penny’s rattling like their chains
Holding dreams down until they die
Weep into another bottle
You know the reason why?
Their minnows in a jam jar
Mundane monotony, what I found
Forever circling the same old
well traveled ground.
Like the fiddler that played on Grafton street
Blue fingers dancing on the strings
A happy reel to please the people
But for him the tune it rings
Hollow without meaning
An empty phrase of a dream
That past away
Promises that were still born
In that class predicable way
Oh he wishes things would change
Worries quietly disappear.
But there weeds inside his garden
And will always reappear
He plays a lonesome slow air
A mirror to his plight
Throws in the towel and penny’s
He’s given up the fight
He’ll dance again at heavens gate
But for now in the streets purgatory
He’ll have to wait.
Slowly live out all his stillborn dreams
Patients is a virtue for the poor it seems.