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Face crumples, tongue's quickly withdrawn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