that meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine
Oh, what I wouldn’t spend to lend you mine
Nobody knows where they are going
oh, how we try to wrap our minds
over the edge of all our “knowings”,
be it a bang of the divine
tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I’ve never been on for goodbyes...
so, till I meet you there, I’m singing
a traveling song to ease the ride and so you know
everywhere I roam
I’ll see you on the road
Oh, I take it in vain,
all the plans and moves that we made!
Half a heart is aching to grow.
Soulmates aren’t just lovers, you know.
I know.
I know your eyes are the rain.
Just a soul that’s changing its shape.
I’ll be laughing all of the way...
thinking about the days.
Nobody knows where they are going
oh, how we try to wrap our minds
over the edge of all our “knowings”,
be it a bang of the divine
tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I’ve never been on for goodbyes...
so, till I meet you there, I’m singing
a traveling song to ease the ride and so you know
everywhere I roam
I’ll see you on the road
So, farewell to my friend.
He who taught me to love like a beast
and to feast like the queen
that he fed turtle soup!
Little boy from Paris to the states, check the facts.
That was Magical Max.
He was black sheep. and mischief, and love for his craft.
And he told me that I was Apollo 13 on that very last day.
He said ”shoot for your dreams, little girl. To the stars!”
Well, I’m taking you with me now, this one is ours.
And I know what you’d say, you’d say, “On with the show!”
So on we go...