I had a king in a tenement castle
Lately he's taken to painting the pastel walls brown
He's taken the curtains down, he's swept with the broom of contempt
And the rooms have an empty ring, he's cleaned with the tears
Of an actor who fears for the laughter's sting-

I can't go back there anymore
You know my keys won't fit the door
You know my thoughts don't fit the man
They never can, they never can

I had a king dressed in drip-dry and paisley
Lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind
He lives in another time, ladies in Gingham still blush
While he sings them of wars and wine
But I in my leather and lacem I can never [bad word] that kind

I can't go back there anymore
You know my keys won't fit the door
You know my thoughts don't fit the man
They never can, they never can

I had a king in a [bad word] carriage
Who carried me off to his country for marriage too soon
Beware of the power of moons, there's no one to blame
No there's no one to name as a traitor here
The king's on the road and the queen's in the grove till the end of the year

I can't go back there anymore
You know my keys won't fit the door
You know my thoughts don't fit the man
They never can, they never can
They never can, they never can