Waking in a foreign land
Your train arrives. So this is where the eagle flies
A little shop on Sulfur Street
Window Flowers - so neat
You can hardly blink your eyes. So you take 'em
To the back room
Where sitting and knitting is
Mrs. Lotus, your wife in Act Two
She understands you've just got into town!
So "settle down, and wait a while, and let me take the load off."
Ever exciting - look alive - her grip is tightening...
You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!
You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!
You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!
I hope you brought your new umbrella
30 years go floating by
Your growing old - she fit you in her special mold
The world has turned another screw
Look in the mirror - that's you!
In the interest of time it's apparent
You've been cheated
The flowers are wilting and
All the cake's already eaten
Something bad is stirring in the sky
So don't ask why - just grab your things and try to make a run. For
It is so frightening. She's got her fingers in the lightening...
You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!
You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!
You Might Be Caught In Tarantella!
Good thing you brought that old umbrella
Sitting in the window as the world goes pa**ing by
This is your return to a life you put aside
You had everything you wanted, you were young and so alive
It all becomes a lonely lullaby
Can it be you're dreaming? You're never never leaving town?
Or maybe this IS heaven? Or else...you're going down
There are faces in the shadows, there are echoes on the tide
It all becomes a lonely lullaby