Some master designed the world Full of longing and regret Some fool that's suitable Your imagined sight of love Sway the rites Some lonely dance But I won't change Someone phones it in Serrate the night It's a game of chance Gearing up for nowhere You worked at cinnabon My friend is dressed in rags Go back to the bitter lands Some miser checks you in I passed by and you are gone now I was longing for a friend Your face in the carnival (lights) Could I have sent you running down Sway the rites Some lonely gang Somebody's picture upon the shelf Serrate the night I'm climbing down To take you up to nowhere