Well the days go by/ and the wheels still turn
Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind
Walking through the rooms in my head
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
There ain't nothing wrong/ With the way I sing my song
Nobody's chasing you/ so you don't need to run
and it's partner found, it's partner lost/ and it's hell to pay when the
fiddler stops
The weather was absolutely perfect this morning
Now, ladies and gentlemen/ Let the show begin
Hac in hora/ sine mora/ corde pulsum tangite/ quod per sortem/ sternit
fortem,/ mecum omnes plangite!
It's coming through a crack in the wall/ on a visionary flood of alcohol
But there's a dress code/ You've got to follow
That cloud is nothing but trouble.
You don't need no crystal ball/ Don't fall for a magic wand/ We humans got it
all,/ We perform the miracles
Holding on is harder/ when it's something you've got not
I walk to the horizon/ and there I find another/ it all seems so surprising/
and then I find that i know
Just put your feet down child/ 'Coz you're all grown up now
I dreamt that the bogeyman went down on Mr. Spock/ sugar was a flowing/ sock
it to them, sock
She's so pretty/ Her hair is a mess/ We all love her/ To that we confess/ ...
She has a halo/ We really do adore her/ For she has a halo/ And we touch her
...
Can you stand straight/ and handle the debate?
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