Yesterday morning, I was walking around

Me and Mr. Rodriguez on the wrong side of town

The streets were all empty and the houses all burned down

He reached in his pocket and he pulled out a crown

And he said

You're so much like me, boy

Step outta your dream

Watch 'em all gather 'round, boy

It is your turn to be king

Cause you are the only one

You are the only one

I come from a small town near West Beverly

Right under the freeway, all my brothers and me

My father was Henry, Mary Jane, Eloise

They work in a coal mine from age 17

But I don't see 'em that much no more

They died one day

A king from a jester and a queen from a slave

You are the only one

You are the only one

Well you are the only one

That's for me

There's a rose in my garden that never grows

And it keeps me up at night forevermore

And what I hold in my hand I was told to never hold

So I let it go

The slave and the jester

They met in the park

A slow song in the distance and a dance through the dark

One hand to the outside, she waves in the wind

They circled for hours or what seemed to be them

She love him in the moonlight

Soon the morning comes

Then back to the coal mine when the day is done

You are the only one

You are the only one

You are the only one

For me