There's a sign down back of main street

Says: Dreams are not for sale

Took a life to find that out

Lost behind a veil

Born in line of duty

Awakened with a frown

Found it hard to readjust

Closed the old church down



Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes

Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown

Didn't have a number, didn't have a name

The man that knew the answer, he couldn't play the game



Well he drank the cool clear water

And he breathed the old sunrise

Laughed away the mornings

Didn't hear the sighs

Joined the Manhattan party

Found himself at home

Climbed upon the ladder

Left for lands unknown



Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last

Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past

Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame

From the man that knew the answer, that couldn't play the game