The Mime

Now the mime is walking circles
In a box made out of air
Outside a storm is brewing
Leaves are blowing everywhere
Around the corner fate steps in
Tells you what you need
A faithful pig drags down the street
He is sowing his own seed

I'd love to tell you more or less
Or more than you might need
I'd like to crack a silver bell
Or ride a bareback steed
And things continue down a path
A path of broken dreams
And lamps have shades to keep the glare
From bursting out in streams

Thinking of times of olde
When laughs and dreams were made of gold
And I remember your pretty face
Outside the gates of the land of grace
We wrote our names upon the wall
Like those before, come one, come all
And that was Memphis, Tennessee
Along the banks of the Mississippi baby

I think that I should tell you babe
That I do lie to myself
I think that when I turn around
I put you on a shelf
These images deep in my mind
Of life and love and thee
Are wrenching forth out of my soul
And taking over me

I need to break the quiet line
The place of want and need
And move myself to brighter days
To a more eternal speed
And if the turn of this small prayer
Could take me off my knees
I'd wish for you a safe return
To life upon a breeze

Thinking of times of olde
When laughs and dreams were made of gold
And I remember your pretty face
Outside the gates of the land of grace
We wrote our names upon the wall
Like those before, come one, come all
And that was Memphis, Tennessee
Along the banks of the Mississippi baby