Waterdeep
My Second Try
We were probably somewhere in TexasI was trying to place a callThe words were going back and forthJust the words, that's allIt was dry and pretty sunnyRain was falling onto distant roofsIt was the smell of asphalt giving upThe thundering approach of hoovesAshtrays made room for tin cansOnce they had all grown too fullSlippers took the place of shoesThere were no laces left to pullThe thing we all cannot even talk aboutOn the anniversary of the eventIs the barker's last and whispered words:Go on. Collapse the tent.I'd take up the family businessIf I even knew what that wasThe creaking of the wooden floorThe lone electric buzzYou don't get second chancesThat's how I heard it soldI just smiled, but I kept my head downCause my second try was gold
From Letras Mania