Looking out a summer window
wondering where it’s all gone
coming up with distances
falling through a prism like a song
Sunlight plays over the Spanish wall
a dragon shaped cloud moves
toward the Guatemalan moon
like it’s got something to prove
There’s an impossibility here
you know it cannot be denied
every time you change your mind
you take me on a derelict ride
Musta been a gypsy demon
that pulled you away
they say you were sighted
you had just gone astray
Now across the last ridge
river birds chatter
lone cars cross the green bridge
there are no rules
this ain’t no game
win or lose, the penalty’s the same
When the fire’s gone
so is the song
