Homecoming Queen (Live Pop Montreal Session) Lyrics

Just your standard Homecoming Queen

Just a loony bin hero

She goes hot for the artists and sweet for her mama

You love her when she's manic

You hate it when she's sad

Were you looking for a gilded saint?

Some kind of poet? A prophet?

To lead you to the water in the night?

She'll show you the way though it won't be the only way

You'll follow her there though it won't be easy

And then when she's gone you'll cast her in porcelain

Then you'll put her portrait down in chalk pastel

She was busy tripping on cracks in the pavement

You took her photo in the candlelight so you'd remember her smooth

It ain't what we thought it would be

It ain't what was promised

The walls and the ceiling were solid but the ground was hollow

Yeah we wanted a father

We got a revolution

You can blame it on the medication

You can blame it on the institution

He was aching for more than was given

We could see it in his eyes

He showed us the way though it wasn't the only way

We followed him there though it wasn't easy

And then when he was gone we cast him in porcelain

Then we put his portrait down in chalk pastel

He was busy tripping on cracks in the pavement

We took his photo in the candlelight so we'd remember him smooth

Tell again that American dream

The storybook version

The one with the early risers in the cul de sac

All it needed was a songbird

What a pretty tune

Sweet cantata in the morning light

A little love song for your delight

Yet you find yourself straining to hear the hallelujah in the night

In the night...