I’ve given up the game, I’ve got to leave,
The pot of gold is only make-believe.
The treasure can’t be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
My head tells me it’s time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you’re strange.
One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.
Won’t you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.