Magic Man (2012)

Oh dark it is in that silent room,
Where the walls whisper rumors,
He’s got a job to do so that he does,
A puppet with infinite strings.
A fight in vain; yet fight he does,
In hopes of something new,
But he can’t run away,
From what he thought was yesterday,
The people; tell him what to do.

Hey Mr. Magic man,
Won’t you play a trick on us?
We’ll let you shuffle your deck,
We’ll let you check,
And be awed by an illusion so true,
But soon we’ll walk away,
And leave you to stay,
Then voila; the joke’s on you.

With a worry in his heart,
He sets course to a town,
Certain a welcome,
Would be an undoubted given.
He thought; to them I needn’t explain,
Why my cards are weary,
And my tricks show signs of pain,
Oh they’d understand,
They’d make me better,
They’ll make me be the best I can.

But a welcome he did not see,
Nothing of what he thought would be,
Except a message that left him scarred,
Your trade’s too old sir,
The people here,
Of you they just can’t make sense,
You’ve confused them with emotion,
All they’ll give you is a frown,
So you best understand,
There’s no room for you in this town.
So pack his bags again he did,
Letting his feet wander to what was left,
With thoughts behind,
And no hope in line,
He heard the passers by call.

Hey Mr. Magic man,
Won’t you play a trick on us?
We’ll let you wave your palm,
And work your charm,
And be awed by an illusion so true,
But soon we’ll take that away,
Abandoned you’ll stay,
Then abracadabra , the joke’s on you.