Candymans Gone

D Bm G Sun climbs toward high noon D Bm G Glints metallic on the bowl of the spoon D F#m hanging through the air toward parted lips G F#m see the expression as the straight taste hits G F#m Em Face crumples, tongue’s swiftly withdrawn G Em D I hate to tell you but the candyman's gone. D Bm Em G D Bm G D Bm G Oh sweet fantasia of the safe home. D Bm G Where nobody has to scrape for honey at the bottom of the comb D F#m and every actor understands the scene G F#m and nobody means to be mean. G F#m Em Catch it in a dream, catch it in a song. G Em D Seek it on the street you’ll find the candyman’s gone. G Em D I hate to tell you but the candyman’s gone. D Bm Em G D Bm G D Bm G In the bar, in the Senate, in the alley, in the study D Bm G Pimping dreams of riches for eveybody. D F#m Something for nothing, new lamps for old G F#m and the streets will be platinum never mind gold G F#m Em Well hey, pass it on G Em D Misplace your faith and the candyman's gone. G Em D I hate to tell you but the candyman's gone. D Bm Em G D Bm G Em D