The Crossover

You come down from the mountain
 They lose your scent in the fountain
 You cross over, cross over and make it big
 Women whistle while they work
 And men make sense when they prevail
 From debtor's jail, you have never looked so beautiful, no
 "Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter
 "You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn."
 The elegant attack, the omnivorous, but careful, strokes
 The forger's folks are proud of their son
 He has traded beauty in for fun
 From a sick bed I read the nurse's notes you took the night before
 You made the signs come alive
 You made me strive for the door, ah
 "Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter
 "You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn."
 "Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter
 "You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn." Oh
 You come down from the mountain
 You lose the dogs through the fountain
 You cross over, you cross over and you win