Cranked the blades of grass
beneath his boots of brown
Tried hard to breathe the air made of ice
between a laugh and a cry
He walked towards the bar of yellow light
But the sky beyond caught
A little cigarette sat on a broken chair
And the stars of the night
filled the pockets of his pants
Why must I always stand alone
To be called a thief of paradise?
I am a king without a home
All stood silent and unrehearsed
John felt like the lord of the universe
And he tossed the moon high into the air
And the stars began to climb
His hand began to write upon a book
Nature laughed, all the rafters shook
The moon in his heart an d love in his hand
Why must I always stand alone
To be called the thief of paradise
I am a king without a home
Why must I always stand alone
To be called the thief of paradise
I am a king without a queen
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