Lyrics Scarlet and Gold - 13th Floor Elevators

He's a king, he's a poor boy,
A tower in a stream,
See him standing there so all alone
Well I guess he'll keep standing there,
Until he's called for
And tomorrows hurricanes have blown

Its his fate through old
Another story told
He found no trust to call his own

His way was lost
His spirit was the cost,
He couldn't make up for the loan

But many brave men are returning,
Back to the place where it began
And all our tires are still burning,
When the devils faults lay parching in the sands
And the nightman is waiting at the station,
Gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest, that you make a reservation,
Before all these things are done

Upon high the blues
His life was filled with pain
When he heard the news
He lost a line in vain
Someone went for word
His house went up in flames
They didn't need the smoke
To show the cops the blame

All your secrets
They've all been told
Playing in your Scarlet and your Gold

He's a king, he's a poor boy,
A tower in a stream,
See him standing out there so all alone
Well I guess he'll keep standing there,
Until he's called for
And tomorrows hurricanes have blown

But many brave men are returning
Back to the place where it began
And our tires are still burning
When the devils faults lay parching in the sands
And the nightman is waiting at the station,
Gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest, that you make a reservation
Before all these things are done