“The Door Into Summer (live)”

With his fool’s gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left King Midas there as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer

With his travelogue of maybe-next-year places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door (And he throws it all away)
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
As he finds out there’s been no one keeping score

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer

And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer

Fading through the door
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer

Mike: Thank you so much. Thank you. That’s great.