The Mansion

This summer we’ll see the Eiffel Tower
Fall in love with an undrawn lover
How long must we fall to pieces
Until we come undone
Living through the death of introspection
Riding home in the opposite direction
I’m the son of an ancient affection
That never comes undone
And it’ll make you happy
To hear the Whistle call
There is a Strawberry Mansion for all
Down the street from the house of Coltrane
Sid and Ruthie, Jack and May
All one as the big band’s playing
Under a Philly sun
And it’ll make you happy
To hear the Whistle call
There is a Strawberry Mansion for all