I'm old and dreary, my mind all cleaned.

I'm bold but weary, my kind..

not with me.

And I ever wonder, why they all left me.

Some kind of magic, leaves a taste you see.

I dream of this taste, not much on which it's based.

But it comes to me in dreams, that's how it seems.

Sweet to the tongue... Like honey comb in touch...

Such magic amazes me... As bright as the eye can see.

I believe... I believe... This magic will stay with me.

I believe... I believe... This magic will stay with me.

Strangers in the night, tryin to avoid a fight.

Holding out the one light, nothing to which we're shy.

And now our minds are high, we're always at new heights.

All these wonders we find, the most beautiful kinda sight.

Why? Oh, why? Does this come to me, and not the rest ya see.

It's hard on me, hard on me. That nobody else knows what I see.

Moving across a sea, moving across a sea... New words I seek.

New rhymes... New lines... New songs I seek.

I'm old and dreary, my mind all cleaned.

I'm bold but weary, my kind..

not with me.

And I ever wonder, why they all left me.

Some kind of magic, leaves a taste you see.