The Mall of Broken Dreams

You saw me ride on the stairs all alone

Looking like a hound who's hungry for a bone

You placed two pickles on my oily sandwich bun

Served me food in the mall of broken dreams

 You are the song everyone wants to sing

The Hallelujah in the halls of the king

You are the antidote to all of my suffering

I found you in the mall of broken dreams

Gave me packages of red stuff for my fries

Leaning across the counter with bold crazy eyes

In that moment I saw Van Gogh's swirling skies

On the ceiling in the mall of broken dreams

And I sang the song that you made me sing

As you filled a cone with scoops of ice cream

Then rounded it before you handed it to me

Intense heaven in the mall of broken dreams

You gave me back my bank card it was declined

You showed me my name on the wall it was red lined

You left for home with a man more or less refined

You left me homeless in the mall of broken dreams

You were the song I needed to sing

The Hallelujah in the halls of the king

To be the antidote to all of my suffering

But I lost you in the mall of broken dreams