Sun climbs toward high noon, Glints metallic off the bowl of the spoon Sliding through the air toward parted lips Watch the expression when the straight taste hits Face crumples, tongue's quickly withdrawn I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone



Oh sweet fantasia of the safe home Where nobody has to scrape for honey at the bottom of the comb Where every actor understands the scene And nobody ever means to be mean Catch it in a dream, catch it in a song Seek it on the street, you find the candy man's gone I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone



In the bar, in the senate, in the alley, in the study Pimping dreams of riches for everybody "Something for nothing, new lamps for old And the streets will be platinum, never mind gold" Well, hey, pass it on Misplaced your faith and the candy man's gone I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone