Late in the summer when the cottonwood dies. The fields are on fire with green bottleflies. And I'm still seeing reflections of me in your eyes. And, why did you leave last summer? Now the seasons
Bodhisattva, would you take me by the hand. Bodhisattva, would you take me by the hand. Can you show me the shine of your Japan. The sparkle of your china, can you show me Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva.
I'm hunting shadows in the dark. In steaming jungles of the world. Either to kill or to be killed. By creatures never named or heard I'm lifting wishes to the stars. The gleaming satellites of tim
I've seen your picture. Your name in lights above it. This is your big debut. It's like a dream come true. So won't you smile for a camera?. I know they're gonna love it, Peg I like your pin shot
We're gonna break out the hats and hooters. When Josie comes home. We're gonna rev up the motor scooters. When Josie comes home to stay. We're gonna park in the street Sleep on the beach and make