the crisp thoughts running
build empires outa the oatmeal of my mindset
give the girl a penny arcade
and watch her shine
give the old man a shining girl
and watch him breath
cause life is what you make it
so make out with living honey
cause it'll love ya back

the grace of night flows
depth sought in the lover's embrace
and found only when that lover has departed
and the bed grown cold
but the night spins on
and the song is unforgiving
but your drawn to it because
her face is in the words
her scent is in the guitars strings
her touch is in the feelings that flow through you
as you lay alone weeping

as the dream turns from fall to winter
snow gathers on the sill
where the girls penny arcade had lain
where her smiles had shone
now there are only footprints into the forest
into the darkness

the old man lay
his tears done
staring off into the stars wheeling thru
their own silent song
speaking their own silent sadness

lover's intwined
and he will never be the same

penny arcades never last a lifetime
and neither do shopping cart laughs