The Age Of Steam
David Brown / Gene Dunford
The big woman’s blouse that can no longer house her
The man who has pounds hanging over his trouser
They look in the mirror but they cannot admit
The once perfect garments no longer fit
And we’ve grown out of love and it’s too late to diet
We’ve plumped up the volume on the quiet
It was fit and strong now it’s wide in the beam
The romance has gone like the age of steam
The hand of God reaches for Adam’s left fingers
On the Sistine ceiling’s central figures
Fingertips tease like an immanent kiss
Reaching for life so man can exist
And we’ve lost our grip there’s no skin liaison
The fingers don’t touch so there’s no creation
We just couldn’t hold on to the fading dream
The romance has gone like the age of steam
The shark keeps moving just to stay alive
Birds must fly south if they’re to survive
Wheels must keep turning if they’re to run free
Metal is metal and rust never sleeps
We’ve ground to a halt on this lonesome road
We’ve run out of hope and it’s raining and cold
It’s a no-man’s land and we’re King and Queen
The romance has gone like the age of steam
The romance has gone I’m moving on
|