Dreaming Spires (richtoven cover)

Dreaming spires of expectation. Thoughts of one becoming nation. Opening to what exactly? Here's the evening. Where's my taxi? As it is it's only lunchtime In a day that smells of quick lime With a pinch of something citric. Shouldn't I be feeling mystic? Seems to me I'm only laughing Like some poor, demented, half thing. Nothing wrong at all in that, As I sit here, old and fat. I remember 30 year odd, (I know; I know; silly old sod) But the memory's important, Just as much as some new portent. Listening to songs facetious, Better that than boring speeches Showing us as being better Just because we know the letter. Lives are lived, and disregarded; It's important where the heart is. Any fool can chase the money. Just remember what is funny.