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You took the toaster when you went, you never paid your half the rent

You took the spices from the rack, but you don’t have to put them back

Cause in your haste on Halloween, you left your camera on the bed

Where we played roles in black and white, you left a roll of black and white

I set the timer, thought of you. Put the lens up to my head.

I took a photograph for you. What comes out grey is really red.


     Chorus


     Are you happy now?

     Are you happy now?

     Are you happy now?


I smashed your pumpkin on the floor, the candle flickered at my feet

As goblins flew across the moon, the children peered into the room.

A cowboy shivered on the porch. Cinderella checked her watch.

A hobo waited in the street. An angel whispered, trick-or-treat.

What was I supposed to do, but to sit there in the dark?

I was amazed to think that you, could take the candy with you, too.


     Chorus


I’ve sat all night and now it’s dawn and I cannot believe my eyes

There’s garbage strewn across the lawn where we once stared up at the sky

Streams of paper fill the tree that hovered over you and me.

Shaving cream covers the car that we picked up in Baltimore.

Although I know it’s hard to tell, I hope that what’s-his-name treats you well.

I still maintain that he’s a bum, but it’s your money have some fun.


     Instrumental


You always asked why I had not written you a verse or two

Since that’s the one thing I regret, I dedicate this one to you.


     Chorus

Words and music by Richard Schindell   


Elevation Road

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