I dream of a place my heart should go a place far away a land of mystery of promises sold The brochure held tight into the fading light I walked alone into some forgotten land the town I found wasn't the dream I sought Their gaze, their smiles their wandering hands a frown, a glance an unwanted dance You spun me around till I fell to the ground the last dance the last chance and the brochure burned in my hand the dream destroyed the truth left smoldering like a funeral pile Maybe it was always just ink and folded corners a delicate deception for the willing believer the pool in the glossy pages never matched the stagnant water the palm trees lush and inviting were a facade masking a concrete parking lot You spun me around till I fell to the ground the last dance the last chance and the brochure burned in my hand the dream destroyed the truth left smoldering like a funeral pile the last dance the last chance an illusion gone up in smoke
