The chains from the bridle and the reins fell from my hands. The engines are idle and the ship sails on dry land. I stood there stupefied I thought I recognized. Walking down Rocking Horse Road getting lost. Shot through Vaseline he picks up the paper from the lawn. And tucks "The Suburban Assassin" underneath his arm. He smiles weakly and turns away. I know you'll never come to harm. Walking down Rocking Horse Road it's so peaceful. It's like a photograph. From the other side of the world. I said "I want you only". And then I left you alone. Crying on Rocking Horse Road or somewhere quite like it. The cemetery gardens there are names not numbers on the gateposts. And the eyes in the curtain follow you like a smirking ghost. I know I must not look back. 'Cause part of me is waiting still. There on Rocking Horse Road for you. In a little dream house made for two. Well you were the one that made your escape. In your stocking feet and your sticky tape. All the way down [repeat to fade].