The Comedians

I fell under such gentle persuasion You can't refuse it's like a home from home Meanwhile in the motor car kingdom They're finding all that glitters is not chrome The social circle have these cardiac complaints Their hearts are empty when their hands are full All these new found fond acquaintances Turn out to be the red rag to my bull And I'm up while the dawn is breaking Even though my heart is aching I should be drinking a toast to absent friends Instead of these comedians I've looked into those eyes upon reflection They've seen the face of love they've seen a few What kind of love is this upon inspection You'll be the last to know who's fooling who And I'm up while the dawn is breaking Even though my heart is aching I should be drinking a toast to absent friends Instead of these comedians And I'm up while the dawn is breaking Even though my heart is aching I should be drinking a toast to absent friends Instead of these comedians