Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
the blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him. They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Beast that can talk?
Oh
No, They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, puinting out:
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Let me take you there and show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
And so we set out with the best and his horns
And wept. And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
A spire of gold We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard: They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
Hello friend, welcome home. Typed in by Matt Lathrum on 11 90 "A Trick of the Tail" is copywrited by Atlantic Recording Company, 1976.
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