Illusion

I once would receive invitations For cocktails on top of the Ritz I'd take without hesitation All of the glamour and glitz But I'll let you in on a secret Diamonds are just little rocks At broad daylight They sparkle so bright There's not much to see in the dark I once had a vintage Ferrari Gave it to Jean-Luc Godard Crossed many seas on a hot air balloon To spoonfeed the lions caviar I soon developed an interest To come home and kick off my shoes Crank up my old Victroller 'Cause there's nothing like feeling the blues Nothing can ease the heartache From that boy going away The Ritz is no fun at a table for one It's all folly and phony I'd say I've meditated with Ghandi Then sailed to Bali for an afternoon swim Still couldn't shake off the longing For one more tomorrow with him So I'll drink a toast to the memories Of all that we used to be All that I have are these daydreams Until he comes back to me Oooh ooooh I've come to this final conclusion Of things that are not to be Life's a despairing illusion Until he comes back to me Oooh ooooh