My eyes follow as
your white blur streaks by
I hear you singing Molly Hatchett
and flirt with disaster again.
A silver sliver of a dream
and you hold it tight
a bright place
to call your own.
In Van Morrison’s head you’d live
in gardens wet with rain
on cobblestone streets
a blue-eyed brown-eyed girl.
But for now you have
’stang heaven
your twenty-minute refuge
a fence to give shelter in the storm.
your white blur streaks by
I hear you singing Molly Hatchett
and flirt with disaster again.
A silver sliver of a dream
and you hold it tight
a bright place
to call your own.
In Van Morrison’s head you’d live
in gardens wet with rain
on cobblestone streets
a blue-eyed brown-eyed girl.
But for now you have
’stang heaven
your twenty-minute refuge
a fence to give shelter in the storm.
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