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So many people analyse , try to understandSome people laugh and denigrate, dismiss him out of handI have lived in wonder, at his ramblin' and his doingsJust for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruinsSome take him very seriously, and never got the jokeAnd never see the truth, in all the fun he pokes poke pokeSince I was a boy, and heard the strange crooningAnd just for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruinsPainful things laid bare in a simple turn of phraseLike a faithful friend you've never met, you've known him all your daysSometimes as I drive along, he grates on my earsOther times he catches me, reduces me to tearsYes I have lived in wonder, at his ramblings and his doingsJust for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruinsSuch a naughty, naughty boy, as boys often areAlthough he so elusive, he's never very farLast time I saw him can't remember what I was doingI just recall thinking, what a brilliant ruin From Letras Mania