Fool's gold on Main St. from stop signs to dangling telephones   Children delivering newspapers, all the grotesque and the hum-drum   I used not to worry but now it's all I do   I used to be in a hurry but now I'm dragging both my boots   Wondering how to get from Main to Meadow      From fisherman to fish to butcher, the struggle is never ending   You can put your life down on paper but it's not the same as swimming   I dropped a hint and you were kind enough to retrieve it   You asked me where the trouble was and you were sweet enough to believe it   But it was such a sad lie I had to whisper      What happened to Blake and Eric, Douglas, Phil and Amanda?   What happened to Jennifer the Great, who loved me before anyone?   They're flying into the ground or walking high around my city   While my head is just some town you wouldn't want to visit   It's crowded and the people all look ghostly      Fool's gold on Main St., shuffling through orphan trash   The birds search for the sun at their feet in every crumb of shattered glass   I slipped on holy blinders as if I could turn my body in   If I'm guilty when I despair, will hope make me innocent again   Or will it only get me through this winter?      There are neon invitations where shameless billboards babble   You belong to nothing at all now since your pockets have unraveled   Your soul is just a drop of the dream we collected with pans in the stream   The streets of heaven are lined with it and the streets of heaven are clean   But everything you'll ever touch is dirty