The town lapsed into silent outlines
And fell asleep by two
Each day she'd watch the city die
Happiness is a yesterday thing - not like that dream she had
In pink with dancers - to a halt
Into the canvas flat

Sits at her table
She will work the world to shape
And bend it to her will
But it's all so hard

She held an idea in spades
Half-knotted to a former glory
And like a breaking branch seems to a fallen man
You wouldn't believe they are
Shrunk back, back in a chair - winning here
Long it goes - so long it goes over again