Loophole
Here I am, back in the city where nobody sleeps
Lost in the throngs of those I've conjured up in the dream
And just as I'm rounding 2nd & 46th
Blue eyes are peering from behind the fence
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, and spreading my wings
I land on some moon, and enjoy all that silence can bring
And just when, at last, I think that I am free
Red curls are peeking from a crater next to me
You always find a way into my dreams
No matter how I try to escape
I travel city to city
From planets to other planes
But you always find your way into my dreams
I've prided myself in my ability to control
Everything happens here because I make it so
But throughout it all, I guess I should have known
Only you could be the one to find the loophole
The way into my dreams
Can't count the times I've tried to escape
I still see you when I wake
And it haunts me throughout the day
'Cos you'll always find some way into my dreams
About the song
Another Dark Tower reference in this one: In the books, the corner of New York's 2nd & 46th holds a feeling of indescribable beauty and majesty. By seeing the woman there in the song, it's as if the catharsis has been sullied and I must seek tranquility elsewhere.
Grand scheme: Another song of lost love, yes, but a little more complex. A little more adult. The dent in the snowglobe is widening; the youthful innocence seeping through the cracks. Ready or not, here life comes.