A Trick of the Tail

Bored of the life in the city of gold
 He'd left and let nobody know
 Gone were the towers he had known from a child
 Alone with the dream of a life
 He travelled the wide open road
 The blinkered arcade
 In search of another to share in his life.
 Nowhere
 Everyone looked so strange to him.
 They've got no horns and they've got no tail
 They don't even know of our existence.
 Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
 That lies in the deep distance, he cried
 And wept as they led him away to a cage
 Beast that can talk, read the sign.
 The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
 And questioned his story again.
 But soon they grew bored of their prey
 The beast that can talk?
 More like a freak or publicity stunt.
 Oh
 No.
 They've got no horns and they've got no tail
 They don't even know of our existence.
 Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
 That lies in the deep distance, he cried
 And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
 He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
 There, beyond the bounds of your weak imagination
 Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
 Let me take you there, show you a living story
 Let me show you others such as me
 Why did I ever leave?
 They've got no horns and they've got no tail
 They don't even know of our existence
 Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
 That lies in the deep distance, he cried
 And wept.
 And so we set out with the beast and his horns
 And his crazy description of home.
 After many days journey we came to a peak
 Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
 We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw
 A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all,
 But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:
 They've got no horns and they've got no tail
 They don't even know of our existence
 Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
 That lies in the deep distance
 Hello friend, welcome home.