Dust

The last show played there was Splendor in the Grass~
We sat there in the darkness trying to make it last~But the footlights were burned out, the old curtains were torn~And when we walked back out on Main Street, they chained the door~Specks of dust like flecks of gold shine, shine, shine~
Shine when that projector beam lights up to the screen~Rise in the light and shine like gold, shine like gold then they’re gone~Specks of dust, flecks of gold~That old poster hung for years fading in the rain~ Coming Soon Kirk Douglas in Lonely Are the Brave~A girl played piano there in the days of Bow and Gish~All the world is young, she thought, it’ll always be like this~ Chorus~Shine like gold, shine like stars, shine in the light, then vanish in the dark~Rise in the light and shine like gold, shine like gold then we're gone~Specks of dust, flecks of gold