The Door Into Summer - Live

With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
 From a killing in the market on the war
 The children left King Midas there as they found him
 In his counting house where nothing counts but more
 And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
 And the laughter from a distant caravan
 And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
 Fading through the door into summer
 With his travel logs of 'maybe next year' places
 As a trade-in for a name upon the door
 And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
 As he finds out there's been no one keeping score
 And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
 And the laughter from a distant caravan
 And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
 Fading through the door into summer
 And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
 And the laughter from a distant caravan
 And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
 Fading through the door into summer
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 Fading through the door into summer
 Fading through the door into summer
 Fading through the door into summer
 Fading through the door into summer
 Fading through the door into summer
 "Thank you so much"
 "Thank you, your great"