I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along. I live on former glory, so long ago and gone. I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor and the couch.
She moves through the mountains and down to the sea. She sings in celebration with her piper for me. She's leading the man who's beating the drum. Love is all around her on the road to the sun.
Sing a song of freedom write it in the sky. pocket full of secrets, a belly full of lies. fiction to believe in, created then denied. Tricks and mirror.