Mayor of Candor

For I had found the answer to a plowboy's lonely prayer.

looks in horror at the compromise we made But the Mayor's rueful smile says the piper must be paid I had a month of joy in heaven from this deal I'd made in hell What was to happen then my friend a prophet could not tell The day after his re-election and the victory celebration The Mayor takes his family on a month long foreign vacation Oh Coleen -- you know how much I love you There is no one I'd ever place above you Oh Coleen -- you don't even know me To have you there's nothing that's

" In the little town of Candor in the last year of my youth I learned the final lesson of the levels to the truth My father was a farmer he'd go tilling in the ground My mother was a neighbor she'd go visiting around.

out my hatred and my fury at his lies When he says you tried to blackmail me you're just as bad as I He says -- Go and do your damndest, throw your mother to the streets You know it's been too many years I had to be discreet And as he stands there saying we're just two of a kind It hits me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind As I look into his leering aged wrinkled mirror of my own face He laughs and sneers and says -- Of course dear son -- Where do you think you came from in the

father on his tractor and mother off again I go to find the mayor and work out what I can But he is not at his office, he is not at his home When I find him in the countryside he is not alone He is holding a woman and imagine my surprise As she jumps back from his arms I look into my mother's eyes All my thoughts of outrage, embarrassment and pain Were washed away by what came roaring through my brain The Mayor's at my mercy and I hear my own voice say -- Your run for re-election is just

out my hatred and my fury at his lies When he says you tried to blackmail me you're just as bad as I He says -- Go and do your damndest, throw your mother to the streets You know it's been too many years I had to be discreet And as he stands there saying we're just two of a kind It hits me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind As I look into his leering aged wrinkled mirror of my own face He laughs and sneers and says -- Of course dear son -- Where do you think you came from in the