GOLDEN STATUE WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. sometimes I dream of galleries with whitewashed walls and black settees, where one might find a statue rare, a golden lady waiting there. when I'm awake I often see each day as one more gallery. I dream of statues made of gold. won't you tell me where such things are sold? CHORUS: golden statue, bring your sight from misty dream to broad daylight. II. bronze and stone are often seen in pretty girls of seventeen: charming and friendly and so easy to love that you forget what she's made of. but the smile she uses like a crutch lets you know she doesn't know too much. (repeat chorus) III. golden figures often come. the content's there but the form's all wrong. she knows E=mc2, but she doesn't know how to care, as if somewhere a hidden scar says, "desire is just an old streetcar." (repeat chorus) © Copyright 1979 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.