When Sal's Burned Down

When Sal's Burned Down - Dar Williams

Written by：Dar William

Are we the fools for being surprised

That a silence could end with no sound

Like the silent movie era like with snow

Like when Sal's burned down

Well yeah there was noise but nothing to mark the passing on

Of that great unspoken chance we had found

Where the night's end came well-trod and familiar

Like the Charlie Chaplin walk that fades to black

And there wasn't anyone trying to sell their souls

They were only trying to buy them back

They were only trying to buy them back

Well yeah there was a Sal

He walked with bulging pockets 'round town

Either he was up to no good

Or he just got excited watching things burn down

Well I guess he got the idea

If you hold a chunk of gold in your hand now

For once in your life you can throw some weight around

And Sal your slimeball sell-out how can we blame you

We all want something to put our fingers on

And you'll never know the true throne that you've lost

Till the vinyl barstools are gone

Till the vinyl barstools are gone

If you toss around some words you might say that

Sal was carrying a torch for the mob

But the mob's gone too yeah the only sign of them left

He is on every screen at the Multiplex and we go there no prob hey

'Cause there ain't no cowboy's in this Connecticut town

No not anymore no not since Sal's burned down

Once you dip your tin cup down in the muse's watering hole

Or pioneer a new patch of common ground

Then you'd lie on your time-traveled bedroll

Quite amazed at the expansive terrain

And if anyone said you'd never have fame and fortune

Just that bar you know you'd ride that way again

I bet you'd ride that way again