The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me
And what will you do if I got down on my knees to you
What will you do if I lied to your face
Could you still hold your dreams
Could you live in your silent face
So what would you do, would you walk right through me
Would you stand in the way like the others before
Get in the way
Would you drink to me next Beaujolais day
Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me
I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long
Eternal romantic, victory failed on Beaujolais day
I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before