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in the back of an auto-bus
stand up to shake off the dust
open my eyes and remember to breathe
grab your coat and we'll head back
to that pale cul-du-sac
it's not much but we can learn to dream

my father was a gambling man
with a deck of cards clutched in his hand
he hit the town and that was it for me
a house full of misery
his debt and his foul memory
was all my loving dad left for me

i know it's not likely
but it just might be
that we're coming out of this hole
the lights are fading
and we're only aging
but these things can scarcely be controlled

come on little lonely one
dont let my head come undone
this is not the way things are supposed to be
i dream a dream that's never lived
a fantasy that never is
the truth is a monster that i shudder to see

i know it's not likely
but it just might be
that we're coming out of this hole
the lights are fading
and we're only aging
but these things can scarcely be controlled

when the sun starts to set
i hold my breath
shut my eyes
and let it in my bones

then it's right back to that cul-du-sac
off the bus and off the map
shiver as the moon shines down so cold
plug my ears and avert my eyes
from this prison to the loving sky
you and i are only growing old

i know it's not likely
but it just might be
that you and i are diamonds in the coal
the lights are fading
this house is caving
in on itself but that cant be controlled

everything's so still
the lights have all been killed
but i guess that somethings gotta happen soon
i know it's not likely
but it just might be
that you and i are beauty in the gloom