Taking Exotic Dancers for a Ride

March 30, 2010 § Leave a comment

Step outside, your mind is just the playground of her youthful song, it’s almost gone
Away, with all those wistful days, the faded ways of history, she wished to be
Flying high, a trip upon our magic mystery ship, where memories seem to slip
Into a state of reverie and anarchy, you never see her swinging away and back again to me.

Around and ’round she goes, in the hazy daze she used to know, when she was young
She always dreamed of being up in lights, the dizzying heights, a tale of what could be
In a time when folk musicians sang of being free, I learned to see, when they first came
To me, they all flew up so carelessly, to slip away, into the brand new day, just like a dream.

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