where is our gloaming sky
where is our rising tide
the one that washes happy heroes
to a sandy shore, alive?
where is the swell of strings
the vibrant song on wings
the same that lifts embracing lovers
and all the life it brings?
are we really only seen
as lost and sadly ever been
left jilted at the glittering alter
of all those silver screens?
don't you want a single chance
to make our simple, country dance
something worthy of shining greatness
that leaves all 'goers in a trance?
to be the lyrics of the songs
that all the world would sing along
and assuage this intrepid life of ours
and ease its painful, ugly wrongs?
let's take the carpet for just a day
and spin like stars in our own way
and pretend we belong in a brilliant fiction
to keep our truths at distant bay
and then come down from that white stage
the simple lovers of our simple age
a leading man and leading woman
whose song once sung was all the rage
