The last night of the fair By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is famous She is funny An engagement ring Doesn�t mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money)
And though I walk home alone Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It�s a hideous trait (on her mother�s side) From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye A hideous trait (on her mother�s side)
And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ... but my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love And someone�s beaten up Someone�s beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And someone falls in love And someone�s beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine
And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ... but my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She says : how quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ? La ...
This is the last night of the fair And the grease on the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She says : how quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?
So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (this means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (this means you really love me)
And though I walk home alone Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout Though I walk home alone My faith in love is still devout