Gone to His Head - Lillie Palmer

Gone are the days when he'd look up night's skirt

And he'd laugh at the stars

And he'd reach out to touch

The master of innocence in the heart of his heart

says you got what you need but you need oh so much

He wrote in a fever

A letter to God

He sent it to an address unknown

Three small years passed

Until one day at last with no answer

He set out

On his own

Gone are the people like you and like me
In our hand to mouth shoes
In our spectator's coat
Out to the mermaid beyond all the seas with his
Pocket of songs and his basket of hope
Oh those angels are nowhere
They're just hometown girls
They bleed for his autograph
While his mistress is drowning herself in Vermouth
As she answers the fan mail
and takes out
The trash

Gone is his mistress she left no letter
He searches his pocket for something to prove
He looks out of the window a couple is walking
His head on her shoulder like they used to do

He walks through the city a mixture of diamonds
And perspiration caught by the snow
He thinks of his brother and his sad decision
In the world up above or the world down below

Gone are the days when I'd look up night's skirt
I'd laugh at the stars
And I'd reach out to touch
The master of innocence in the heart of my heart
says I got what I need but I need Oh so much
I write in a fever
A letter to God
I send it to an address unknown
Thinking
How much time will pass
Until one day at last
With no answer
I set out
On my own

Glory to God Alleluia
I make my bed by the fire
There are things deep inside
That I know I must hide
The truth is set free
By the liar

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