candy man's gone

sun climbs toward high noon

glints metallic off the bowl of the spoon

sliding through the air toward parted lips

watch the expression when the straight taste hits

face crumples

tongue's quickly withdrawn

i hate to tell you but the candy man's gone

oh sweet fantasia of the safe home

where nobody has to scrape for honey at the bottom of the comb

where every actor understands the scene

and nobody ever means to be mean

catch it in a dream

catch it in a song

seek it on the street

you find the candy man's gone

i hate to tell you but the candy man's gone

in the bar

in the senate

in the alley

in the study

pimping dreams of riches for everybody

'something for nothing

new lamps for old

and the streets will be platinum

never mind gold'

well

hey

pass it on

misplaced your faith and the candy man's gone

i hate to tell you but the candy man's gone