Big big plans are being made. For my sisters Wedding Day. We'll have a ball at the sons of Roma Hall. Family, friends come one and all. . First the best man makes a toast.
Detroit to D.C. night train. Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails. Reading all his mother's mail. From a city boy in a jungle town.
The painted desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of 'just imagine' long enough, wait till summer. When I'm sure the rain has ended, the blooms have gone.