I stopped by your party just to make a show of letting go
And give a little comfort to the enemy
And that old radio was playing that new song
That everybody loves, except for me
So I slipped out to the balcony
To practice a little alchemy
And try to turn my heart back into gold
Guess I thought eventually
Someone would come outside with me
But I'm just blowing smoke and getting cold
It's getting cold
I saw a child's drawing in chalk
Half-erased on the sidewalk
And wondered what it was supposed to be
But I wouldn't want to look the artist in the eye
Or he might start to see the things that I can see
I want a formula for saving souls
I'll keep on mixing up chemicals
And one of these days I'll get it right
But in the meantime
I don't need the light of heaven shining in my eyes
I just need a little halo for the night
Just a little halo
So until those stars look right to me
I'll keep practicing my alchemy
And try to turn this heart back into gold, into gold
I still hope eventually
Someone will come outside with me
But I'm just blowing smoke and getting cold
It's getting cold
It's getting cold
Oh Lord, it's getting cold