Joanie lost her man in the city She said he found a light to run And the walls keep the clouds from slipping That's the way That's the way it's done Seven took a chance with numbers Now he's hiding from the sun But every now and then he feels the hunger To review To undo what he's done Brittle are the hands that hold her And brittle are the words they use But the medicine is only killing Every need Every deed Every proof And many more will find this And leave before it's done Many more will find this And dance into the sun And dance into the sun Soliloquies are so demanding When no one ever seems to hear The troubadour should choose his wisdom While we laugh While we drink To disappear