Midas Touch

words and music by Erik Brandon

I saw your ad in the paper
I didn't read it at all
I only copied the number
So I could give you a call when I was out of sympathetic ears
And up against a wall

You understand
That things don't always go as planned
But I won't take our rather curious connection
And use it like a crutch
Twenty grand and ten hail marys
Fifty years ain't really very much
To lose this Midas Touch

Hard to weigh all the options
Hard to see it all through
When the first thing you think of
Seemed the right thing to do
And it's so easy to point fingers till it's happening to you

But now I guess
The free-est things in life are best
And here's a little piece of pure and simple wisdom
Impossible to crush
Close your eyes and count your blessings
Don't you know that you ain't missing much
Without this Midas Touch

Put the shovel down
Cuz we're getting nowhere fast
All of the stocks were sold
All of the bonds have been cashed in long ago
Pray for the best and pray that we're done with the worst
Come take my hand my dear
See if this thing's been reversed
I hope you're right

Nothing peculiar, isn't it strange
But nothing's nice for a change
When everything seems to go wrong
And nobody's feeling to strong
But everyone acts like they know
I told you, I told you so

Nothing peculiar, isn't it grand
The feel of a young lady's hand
Her cheek when you kiss her goodbye
Her eyebrow whenever you lie
But ten tons of gold can't compare
To the devious look of her stare
And I never quite know what it means
But the sparkle that shines in your eyes
Is the prettiest thing I've ever seen