Your Side Of My World

Thought that bell was in my dream,

All in my head,

Until the trucks were in the yard

And the fire was in my bed.

Oh, can you hear the ringing bell,

Telling time like time was to tell?

Can you see the smoke rise and curl

All the way from your side of my world?

Hush your talk, here comes the boss

Down off of his perch.

He walks the floor in cream-white shoes

Like we were piggin' iron in church.

Oh, can you hear the furnace hum

Above the shouts and all the chewing gum?

Hear the union priest lead the factory choir girls

Singing out to your side of my world?

I could dance when I was young

And I was pretty good,

I'd do all the tricks and such

But back then everybody could.

I should have seen how this would be,

But nothing's true till I've seen it on TV.

Yet there you were, in your high heels and curls

Coming in as big as life, from your side of my world.

Let's pretend we've never loved

Let's pretend our hands are clean,

Free of all the spit and shine

And the smell of gasoline.

Cause here come the planes and the tambourines,

The funeral march, and the beauty queens,

The circus freaks selling lemonade

From the back of an open-air motorcade.

Here come the heart machines and the baby shoes,

The ship-to-shore relay of the sporting news,

That mail-order brides --fake tits and pearls

All making way from your side of my world