Year: 1968
Era: Buffalo Springfield
Ring the silver bells
The crowd swells it’s true
The magician speaks
And the jester leaps to you
Laugh laugh the truth is at hand
Laugh laugh the truth is at hand
Outside the window there’s a stirring in the air
But no one cares
It’s just the wind and leaves
The jester fades from view
The celebration is through
The magician sleeps
In the window creeps the Truth
So slow that no one sees but you
So slow that no one sees you
Last week a car ran over Billie Pennyworth
It was a shame
They asked a lot of things but no reporters came