In the beggar's house of wasted thoughts I saw you

You took my hand, led me to another land

Down past the old picture house we wandered

With no time to be proud, I have to decide now

If I should follow the sorrow or the song

Where do I belong?

The sorrow or the song?

The sorrow or the song?



How the thought of you clings to me like

How the thought of you clings to me like



A haunting school yard memory waiting

I'll have to wait turn, sit and watch them burn

The prison wall, the music hall, the tower clock

Is watching over town, I'll have to decide now



If I should follow the sorrow or the song

Where do I belong?

The sorrow or the song?

The sorrow or the song?




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