Feb 04, 2008 19:24
Long coats on the prairie
Lying in the dust
Who can I turn to ?
Who can I trust ?
Were you walking on the water ?
Playing in the sun ?
But the world is turning faster
Than it did when I was young
I saw a handsome parish lady, make her entrance like a queen
while she was totally chenille and her old man was a marine.
One day soon, I will laugh right in the face of the poison moon...