She walked with yellowed eyes into the night of a Halloween
and the Moon was silenced in its hour by the sights that it had seen
the gipsy queen was strumming on a harlequin guitar as
the soldier boy wrote home saying, this war's gone too far,

I was writing, writing in my soul, digging deeper down into the role, the audience was shouting for some more as the dream flicked out and slammed the door,  
but all the same, know what I mean?
what's real is nothing but the dream.

why does the cat get all the cream
where did that come from?