Are we the fools for being suprised 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 Chapin 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 you slimeball sell-out how can we blame you
   We all want something to put our fingers on
   And you 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
   Is on every screen at the multiplex and we go there no prob hey
   Cause there ain't no cowboys in this Connecticut town
   No not anymore, no, not since Sal's burned down
   Once you'd 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 that 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