How Far I Fell

(Here's the old man and his not-so-childlike bride;

Here's the humbling of us all, delusion never dies;

Here's the story: anyone can fall at any time at all.

We're born to be fools in life.)

I was the king of the mountain,

I had everything that money couldn't buy:

At the summit of ambition I was ready for the sky.

I viewed the world from this, my citadel...

Oh, how I fell.

Silent and sleeping, the volcano,

So I thought that I stood square upon my feet.

I ignored the warning tremors in my hubris, I repeat -

I never saw you coming, Jezebel...

Oh, how I fell.

As I look back now on the tears I was to cry

I am holding on to the vestiges of pride,

I am holding on, but I will never be the one to tell

How far I fell.

(Here's the old man and his not-so-childlike bride;

Here's the humbling of us all, delusion never dies;

Here's the story: anyone can fall at any time at all.

We're born to be fools in life.)

A fool and his money are soon parted

And there's nothing like an old fool, so they say:

Once the plastic had been melted quickly you were on your way,

Leaving me drowning in the wishing-well -

Oh, how I fell.

You'll never know how deep you cut me,

Although anyone can see the state I'm in.

So I pay the price of such unoriginal sin...

But I will never bring myself to tell

How far I fell.