When I was a little boy. I looked under the stairs. The King and the Pawns. Were caught unawares. Standing in the shadows. A whisperer to be. Just fishing in the darkness. Of possibilities. Just look at you now. Yeah. Look at you now. Yeah. Oh. Look at you now. Among such style and grace. Our highest hopes. None standing. Still the running joke. Where goes the warm embrace. It fades without return. It lives to slip through fingertips and burn. . Just look at you now. Oh. Look at you now. Ohh. look at you now. Ohh. Look at you now