Coney - Stephen Fretwell

She wants to buy a little place in the middle of nowhere at all

And leave the sound of the fair to the other girls

But every beat goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom

And the night draws in and the collagen delights and

She’s fallen down again

The little lights on the floor are delighted to be seeing at all

And somewhere else might be just where she needs to grace

But the band goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom

And the lights go up Where the water might be laid on

The bottom of the floor

All her time, dispensing, from her blue jeans

Fall in the old river

Where the light pours down when the night’s been long

She’s got a little bit of money in the side of her skirt

Waiting for her

And forty light blue and yellow shoe cross ties

But still the band it goes boom cha-cha boom cha boom

And the lights go down

All the boys are in the back

There’s always something they want

All her life, depending, on a little gold pipe

Sniff sniff and a little water

She might not get up, but she might

The stone stairs to, a black door through, into a hallway

And then a glass green lamplight

Maybe tonight But probably no

There’s Someone here she doesn’t know

There might be someway else…