A girl named Saturday gave me tickets
to the fair
The fair burnt down last year on a
weekday
A girl named Mary told me where to
find salvation
But progress had already paved over
the Temple
So I found a girl named Evening, who
pointed me towards the sun
When I finally got there, it was merely
the Devil,
lighting his black cigarettes

How do I walk amongst all these
strange girls
when my shoes compel me to dance?
The hands of one of these very strange
girls
will soon be mine to take.

Three days had gone by and I still held
myself desperate
and slept on the ashes of the fair
The charred bones of laughter still
rang in my ears
echoing off the old holy highway
The sun never came, it was shunned in
this place
and the smoke was from black
cigarettes
How did I get here?  The trains
have stopped running.
I was singing, but I wished I was dancing

How do I sleep when all these strange
girls
are dreaming the sweetest of dreams?
The eyes of all these very strange girls
are painted like portraits of iron.