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Her communique arrived with its expression of her feeling
I swear I had no idea she'd been holding in concealing
Such a storm of words unsaid
That absurd as it appears
Had been blowing in her head
For twenty-seven years

I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket
Threw a scarf around my neck
And twenty dollars in my pocket
Found her in the same old place
Pamphlet in her fist
When she saw my windblown face
Well look at who it is

Meet me on the mad parade
When the midnight bells are chiming
We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile all the blunders that we've made
In a tower too tall for climbing
And we'll burn the damn thing down

In the grey November light she was older, still alluring
Her hair grey and longer than it ever had been during
The days we loved and slept
In her bed of faded wood
In the little place she kept
In a crumbling neighborhood

We walked along a while
Like we were old companions
But I could feel the gulf between us
Yawning like a canyon
She with her church and code
Her extravagant beliefs
Me a creature of the road
A child of dust and grief

Meet me on the mad parade
When the midnight bells are chiming
We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile all the blunders that we've made
In a tower too tall for climbing
And we'll burn the damn thing down

She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling
Said if your problem is long standing, man
Why don't you try kneeling
Now your face I see you're still
A sinner in the mist
Setting up your little will
As king in place of His

I said I've heard about sin
Down the long wheels of ages
I cracked books of lies
With a thousand twisted pages
Then I looked her in the eye
And asked her clear and plain
If your religion was a lie
Then what would remain

She said I've got my beating heart
Two loving hands to heal with
There's nothing in my day
That I ain't got the strength to deal with
I said darling I profess
The same things applies to me
As for all the rest
We agreed to disagree

Meet me on the mad parade
When the midnight bells are chiming
We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown
Pile all the blunders that we've made
In a tower too tall for climbing
And we'll burn the damn thing down
Yes we'll burn the damn thing down