You cannot expect the world to unfold
Right in front of you
Certain things were made for a later time
And a better point of view
It's true
Pass me by
Ask me why
I can not
Tell a lie
Call me when you're less upset
I'll win the lottery one of these days
I bet
Call me when you're not so upset
I'll win the lottery one of these days
I bet:
I'll be in the sun-beam dew-drop early-morning mixture
Pleading with the spots on your skin "stay a permanent fixture."
Imagine me with a fully flaming face (fire still breathes oxygen)
A perfect sun: warming gone cold mid-morning coffee talks at 10