A penny for your thoughts
Won’t you stay awhile?
We could have a conversation.
I would like to see your smile, your smile.
Your hair’s a gorgeous mane.
Your eyes are brittle blue.
They guard your face like sentinels.
I don’t think I’ll get through to you, to you.
‘Cause you were headed to a festival of angels,
Long before I met you, enticed by heaven’s door.
Yes, you were headed to a festival of angels.
Long before I met you, long before I met you,
So long ago.
Your brother disappeared.
Just walked himself away.
I swear it was some magic, on the coldest winter’s day.
Your mother took to bed.
Was all that she could do.
Then she became a living ghost.
She wouldn’t even stay for you, for you.
‘Cause you were headed to a festival of angels,
Long before I met you, enticed by heaven’s door.
Yes, you were headed to a festival of angels,
Long before I met you, long before I met you,
So long ago.
A penny for your thoughts.
Won’t you stay awhile?
We could have a conversation.
I would love to see your smile, your smile, your smile.