You Turned to Blue

I called you up, I called you down…
I called you round and round the clock.
You set me up, you put me down…
you hauled me through the silence and the dark.

I was alone, alone at last…
and you the acolytes surround.
And in the night I hear your laugh
like a moaning from a stone deep in the ground.

And the singers were uneasy, and the dancers were all lost,
and the orchestra was freezing in the pit where they’d been tossed…
and something started howling to a moon that turned to blue.
And you, you too, you turned to blue.

There was a time, some time ago,
when all the angels came around.
I never knew, I’ll never know,
just how we got those angels to come down.

I had a song I loved to sing;
I tried to reach you with a prayer…
you set me up, but, without wings
I hung there like a scarecrow in the air.

The morning came, the afternoon;
I hung there clinging to the light.
But then it came, it came too soon:
the inevitable night!

I cannot see, I only hear
an eerie dissonance below.
And I await, suspended here,
the closing moments of the show.

I called you up, I called you down…
I called you round and round the clock!