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All the way home we felt we had a chance |
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To review the coulds before we were born |
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And to invite a new game of can'ts |
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Absorbed in the clouds a voice from afar said"With the right device you can make a pattern growOr you can tune up your carSo, we stayed on the train admiring the timeAs the lights of the city drew nearWe drank a little wineThey were blurry and green outer space in betweenWith a depth and a form unclearThen we saw it up aheadA flickering lantern lit up on the tracksIn the rugs that had covered up the bridgeFrom the banks of a river to the bedOf the valley upstream to the place we liveThe glass on the lantern cast back the sightOf a drive-in movie we drove by belowWe saw where we'd been in the pictures withinProjecting all the places we would goSo we follow the scene and flowed up your stepsTo a smooth wooden floor in a tranceThe train whistle melody woved through the treesAnd in through the door to signal the turns of a dance |