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View near GothamOh she wept on a burned out family car, as she shone the signal on the charcoal cloud
Her tears would wait while the moon took her love, She was just another step on his pilgrim road He gave her time to listen but not to think As he turned the wheel he rearranged the stars Lost in Gotham and around the bend You can add bewilder to her repertoire of the road I drove all night leaving love behind I saw the emptiness of Gotham's grey dreams Its wealth once kept her in sweet delusion A summer in the sun will feed your beliefs of the road Long ago I saw Gotham Green, naive, I know, it’s rope by rope And you’re right, this is the steepest ascent, This is me, and this is my only road |