Beaujolais Day

The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me And what will you do if I got down on my knees to you What will you do if I lied to your face Could you still hold your dreams Could you live in your silent face So what would you do, would you walk right through me Would you stand in the way like the others before Get in the way Would you drink to me next Beaujolais day Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long Eternal romantic, victory failed on Beaujolais day I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador Through the jitterbug steps of the night before