Sun climbs toward high noon,
   Glints metallic off the bowl of the spoon
   Sliding through the air toward parted lips
   Watch the expression when the straight taste hits
   Face crumples, tongue's quickly withdrawn
   I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone
  
   Oh sweet fantasia of the safe home
   Where nobody has to scrape for honey at the bottom of the comb
   Where every actor understands the scene
   And nobody ever means to be mean
   Catch it in a dream, catch it in a song
   Seek it on the street, you find the candy man's gone
   I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone
  
   In the bar, in the senate, in the alley, in the study
   Pimping dreams of riches for everybody
   "Something for nothing, new lamps for old
   And the streets will be platinum, never mind gold"
   Well, hey, pass it on
   Misplaced your faith and the candy man's gone
   I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone