Hot Wax to a Stone

This is a song for a sad young man
A song for a drifter a dreamer
Picking up stones on his way back home
Trying to find something to believe in
He's been propping up bars playing cheap guitars
Trying to make some sense of it all
Knocking back jacks while the barfly's chat
And Jesus just walks out the door
He still don't know what faith means
Says he lost it a long time ago
My emotional boy
I see those sparks in your eyes
I see that candle of hope as it flickers and curls
At the windows of your soul
And a tear drips down his cheek like hot wax to a stone
Now this is a song for that sad young girl
It's a song for the cruelty of beauty
She's way up in her room playing through her favourite tunes
Flicking through old vogue magazines
Smoking cheap cigarettes in her high heeled shoes
Dancing naked like Marilyn Monroe
Wiping the wine from her lips as a teardrop drips
Into vanities wide ocean of fear
She still don't know what love is
Say's she lost it a long time ago
My emotional girl
I see those sparks in your eyes
I see that candle of hope as it flickers and curls
At the windows of your soul
And a tear drips down her cheek
like hot wax to a stone
now this is a song for those sad young souls
and It's a song for a moment a meeting
he's in a back-street bar he's playing cheap guitar
And then his eyes catch the kindness of her beauty
As she strolls through the room in those high heeled shoes
Dancing slowly to the magic of his music
Then there picking up stones on their way back home
Finding sapphires, diamonds and pearls
She says I think I now know what love is
Please hold me now don't let me go
My emotional boy oh how I see the sparks in your eyes
I see that candle of hope as it flickers and curls
at the windows of your soul
a tear drips down their cheeks like hot wax to a stone