Lyrics

“The Image” © 2011 John Gazzano

The image came to me in the night.
An old man, clean and smiling and white.
The image said: “I'll tell you why things aren't right.”
So I went along for the ride.

The image talked and talked through the night:
Welfare bums and taxes and blight,
And how the moneyed people are always right,
'Cause only they have the insight.

He spoke in phrases like he was reading a poem.
Carefully written, but not his own.
Suddenly I understood where this was goin':
Steal my soul to save his own.

The old man smiled as he spoke of the past,
How we need to return to it, and fast.
He said “You're a loser 'cause you forgot the past,
And it's all your fault that it didn't last.”

Success is not something you'll reach by making plans,
In every deck of cards there's just so many hands.

He spoke in phrases like he was reading a poem.
Carefully written, but not his own.
Then I woke up and I was alone.
He left no clue to where he had gone.

The image came to me in the night.
An old man, clean and smiling and white.
The image said: “I'll tell you why things aren't right.”
So I went along for the ride.

Suddenly I understood where this was goin':
Steal my soul to save his own.
Then I woke up and I was alone.
He left no clue where he had gone.