high noon at the pavements end,
the boy in the boots is waiting,
firing his guns at dashing shado-ows
only he can see
prone in the neighbors yard
as all men one day will be
Minor, Minor is the lonely key
They dance with the tube tops on
set fire in the open air
life is a dream of stems and seeds
a whistle on a golden chain
loud so the block will hear it
I'll tell you what the kid told me
Minor, minor is the lonely key
Tread light where your roses grow,
how cruel is the sun
your innocence is spent as you run
won't put the past to rest
find the sadness that hides in your chest,
mind the sharps and sing the melody alone
'cause they can't hear the tune,
and they don't know the words to the song
(Instumental intrelude)
hit the trail young men,
sing while you can,
fade with the sound of the bells,
hang your complaints in a wide open space
like a tire from a hollow tree,
sing about the frozen heights
the vales, and the endless sea
Minor, minor is the lonely key
Tread light where your roses grow,
how cruel is the sun
your innocence is spent as you run
won't put the past to rest
find the sadness that hides in your chest,
mind the sharps and sing the melody alone
'cause they can't hear the tune,
and they don't know the words to the song
they can't hear the tune,
and they don't know the words to the song