Eyes from the tree take me down the way. Red riders of the dark. Help me through this maze. Do you know, mister, of this place?. Do you know, mister?.
There goes the gal,. In the pretty skirt with the. Golden smile that made you feel new.. Like when the marching band strolls the street,. You know another years come too soon..
Is that the old man walking in the dark. . Take me home where them broken brights. Are shinning down, make me feel alright. When we were young. When we were young.
So kind is the others. Of the change in the wind. The watchtower man. Turned and whispered me some things. He said we don't sleep. Stuck in the dream.