The Crossover

You come down from the mountain

They lose your scent in the fountain

You cross over, cross over and make it big

Women whistle while they work

And men make sense when they prevail

From debtor's jail, you have never looked so beautiful, no

"Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter

"You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn."

The elegant attack, the omnivorous, but careful, strokes

The forger's folks are proud of their son

He has traded beauty in for fun

From a sick bed I read the nurse's notes you took the night before

You made the signs come alive

You made me strive for the door, ah

"Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter

"You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn."

"Tread lightly through the fog," said the Apothecary's daughter

"You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn." Oh

You come down from the mountain

You lose the dogs through the fountain

You cross over, you cross over and you win