Strange Weather
Those lost boys out in the wilderness
Were found speaking some strange dialect
Laughable really
But desperate men do strange things
Strange weather
Those bronze lions lounging by the bandstand
Eyed the war dead with just a little concern
And the fog lay its arms across the rooftops like a beggar
Strange weather
If all the beauty of the world was just a page in history
And all the women came and prayed at the alter of mystery
Strange weather