Nostalgic

Nostalgic

We made our goodbyes and flew through the night
in the morning arrived to the city of light
pass the Cathedral we stood by the house
where he was born - the great Johann Strauss
I closed my eyes and I could hear the sound
of the orchestra playing and the beautiful people
waltzing around and around

And you tell me that I am nostlagic
for places and times that never have been
and you tell me that I have longing
even for things that are yet to happen

We sailed on the waves approaching the cliff
to a tiny island and the grey Château d'If
He got into the sack and was thrown to the waves
he emerged as The Count vindictive and brave
His hope and dreams what they've done to his poor old father
The woman he loved now married to another
What was Dante to do?

The king climbed up the roof at night
and watched her soap her naked back
he sent her man to the thick of the fight
to make sure he'll never come back

The streets were empty cold and dark
in the upper west side as we crossed from the park
In this very same place where he stood with his wife
and his greatest crazed fan put an end to his life