A Dustland Fairytale beginning. Just another white trash county kiss. In '61 long brown hair foolish eyes. He looks just like you'd want him to. Some kind of slick chrome American Prince. A blue jean serenade and moon river what you do to me. I don't believe you. Saw Cinderella in a party dress. But she was looking for a nightgown. I saw the devil wrapping up his hands. He's getting ready for the showdown. I saw the minute that I turned away. I got my money on a palm tonight. Change came in disguise of revelation set his soul on. fire. She says she always knew he'd come around. And the decades disappear like sinking ships. But we persevere God gives us hope. But we still fear what we don't know. The mind is poison. Castles in the sky sit stranded vandalized. Drawbridges closing. Saw Cinderella in a party dress. But she was looking for a nightgown. I saw the devil wrapping up his hands. He's getting ready for the showdown. I saw the ending when they turned the page. I took my money and I ran away. Straight to the valley of the great divide. Out where the dreams are high. Out here the wind don't blow. Out here the good girls die. And the sky won't snow. Out here the birds don't sing. Out here the fields don't grow. Out here the bell don't ring. Out here the bell don't ring. Out here the good girls die. Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep. It's such a bitter form of refuge. Oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege. And everybody needs you. Is there still magic in the midnight sun. Or did you leave it back in 61?. In the cadence of a young man's eyes. I wouldn't dream so high