This Was Pompeii

I am thinking about the woman in a century of peace On a bright mosaic she is washing on her knees And she looks up at the black sky beyond the mountain tall She says, "Oh good, the rain is finally going to fall" Today This was Pompeii Everyone has memories from the night that melted stone The neighbors nightgown, the screaming on the phone And the tired man at the station says, "We can't tell who's alive All we ever know is that the tourists survive" "Tra la, tra la, let's go", they say "Let's go, Pompeii" And I think about Pompeii when I feel an end is near Just before the rain and every time you disappear And I think about a teacup, suspended and half served And all the scholars know is that it's perfectly preserved "Oh, oh, that's all", they say "This was Pompeii" And as for my on kingdom, not a table leg was charred I simply lost my kingdom 'cause I held it much too hard Once I had a sadness, the sadness turned to trust The trust turned into ashes and to lawyers and dust A century, a day This was Pompeii This was Pompeii Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hmm