[00:08.20]The lady's adrift in a foreign land
[00:13.50]Singing on issues both humble and grand
[00:17.90]A decade flew past her and there on the page
[00:22.70]She read that the prince had returned to the stage
[00:28.30]Hovering near treacherous waters
[00:33.60]A friend saw her drifting and caught her
[00:37.70]Unguarded fantasies flying too far
[00:42.20]Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar
[00:48.00]And take me down to the harbor now
[00:53.30]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[00:57.40]Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[01:02.20]And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[01:14.40]Breath on an undying ember
[01:19.28]It doesn't take much to remember
[01:24.80]Those eloquent songs from the good old days
[01:28.50]That set us to marching with banners ablaze
[01:34.88]But reporters, there's no sense in prying
[01:39.40]Our blue-eyed son's been denying
[01:44.60]The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
[01:48.68]The sixties are over so set him free
[01:55.56]And take me down to the harbor now
[01:59.60]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[02:04.70]Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[02:09.00]And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[02:21.60]Why do I sit the autumnal judge
[02:26.00]Years of self-righteousness will not budge
[02:31.04]Singer or savior, it was his to choose
[02:35.88]Which of us knows what was his to lose
[02:41.68]Because idols are best when they're made of stone
[02:46.70]A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
[02:51.24]Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
[02:55.50]And martyrs most certainly die too young
[03:02.32]So thank you for writing the best songs
[03:06.40]Thank you for righting a few wrongs
[03:11.00]You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
[03:15.80]But you stepped down and you sang to us
[03:22.72]And get you down to the harbor now
[03:27.60]Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
[03:31.70]Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
[03:35.16]And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair