(Snare crack organ swell)
You had a name that opened every door
Silver on the table marble on the floor
You laughed at the beggars in the freezing rain
Said the world was a garden and you'd never feel pain
Now the garden's gone to seed
And nobody answers when you plead
You always said you'd never have to ask
So how does it taste
Standing in the cold
With nothing left to hold
How does it taste
When the mirror won't lie
And the crowd walks by
Like a stranger in your own name
You kept a poet on a golden chain
Traded all his verses for a little fame
He taught you every word except the one you'd need
The one you say out loud when you finally bleed
Now the poet's on the road
And you're the one carrying the load
You always said the bill would never come
So how does it taste
Standing in the cold
With nothing left to hold
How does it taste
When the mirror won't lie
And the crowd walks by
Like a stranger in your own name
The diplomats and dealers took their share
Left you with an empty coat and no one there
You called it destiny you called it grace
But it was only glass reflecting back your face
Now there's nothing left to lose
And that's a kind of freedom too
Nobody's coming nobody's coming home
So how does it taste
Standing in the cold
With nothing left to hold
How does it taste
When the mirror won't lie
And the crowd walks by
Like a stranger in your own name
(Organ fade)
Like a stranger in your own name
Like a stranger in your own name
