It was back amongst the living Your smile was giving me a thrill Enough to come so close to closing the deal The steal of a century A century stolen from our hearts to a house on the hill But if that is what it takes If that is what it takes If that is what it takes To be a stone, a stone's throw from your throne No man has ever hung from the rafters of a second home No man has ever hung from the rafters of a second home It's true I needed you more back when I was poor The wealthy dowager, the patroness, she guessed it The answer wasn't yes But her maxims were fine The ethos that flew about her mind Like swallows in search of a burned-down bell tower church But if that is what it takes If that is what it takes If that is what it takes To be a stone, a stone's throw from your throne No man has ever hung at the temporary age of 24 Both feet on the floor Listening to the bonafide stasis of sound The eaves dripping yesterday's Ill-timed August rain If there is such a thing as ill-timed August rain