I’ve taken all my old forgotten dreams out of the closet to put them on. I have found my crumbling crown. Lying where I tossed it. I thought that I had lost it. But here I am,a tramp shining. I’ve gathered all my old forgotten dreams like dusty diamonds. To make a ring. Seated on my threadbare throne. I should have straightened my bent scepter. And pretend I could have kept her. And welcome her home, a tramp shining. A brand new clown
A song by Richard Harris
see ya’ next time