What happens to
A dream that won’t come true?
What have they done to you?
The doubting voice inside,
the poison in your mind,
They drain the light from your eyes
And they’ve stolen your soul.
So you hide
Your secret smile.
Summer’s over soon;
They sold the old deuce coupe
And Brian’s in his room
Wasted on cocaine
While jumbled reels of tape
Brilliantly pine away.
And now God only knows
Where you hide your smile.
Pray for an angel with an able ear:
A conscientious engineer
To find the thread of melody
And mend your injured symphony.
Your voice will tremble as you sing:
A child again, remembering
Your smile.
