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