It was a long way to go,  so We walked on
out to the farthest edge,  the kind in a sad song

only to be sung at the end,  of a once glorious start
with no vengeance in the trials,  there's no denials tearing it all apart

                          . . .  so We left and wished on the same star
                                 with loose white lies
                                 dragging certain reasons back thru a hole
                                 with simple words building hard goodbyes  
                                 
                                 moving into a shaded area
                                 with a maiden of the desired dream
                                 the essense of a serene goddess
                                 who always ruled the golden scene

                                 You came up with it quick
                                 I barely slapped it together
                                 running our numbers in reverse
                                 calculating the odds of stormy weather

                                 we found a new way to relocate
                                 but grandiose ideas soon whither
                                 white lies turn black
                                 and back to Our hearts they slither

                                 But on a much happier note, Baby !!
                                 You can still muster a stellar smile
                                 even manage to laugh at most of it
                                 though only for a short while

                                 Me, I just explain the mechanical mystery
                                 bastardom ?  or some other weird incident
                                 I just tell them my mother was Irish
                                 and my father was a Farm Accident . . .

That brought Us to our wild garden,  where We found Our future graves
a strange and beautiful place,  with half of a sign that read . . . SAVES
                               
We made Our own holidays under the gun,  always keeping a crack in the curtain
paranoia tries to discover a neon philosophy,  one that was proven to be certain

I realized then who I am,  I tried to hide in my dream empire
remembering on my late arrival,  I had left You at the Spring fire

creative circumstances brought You back,  helped You thru the high marble maze
Our feather dusted dilemas followed,  pushing Us into this drunken haze

couldn't have moved time any slower,  always an unseen barrier
wonder what awaits us now ?  ( and will I ever marry Her ? )

more clues to all of this,  divine mystery still holds Us tight
guide Us thru the dread of the day . . .  Love Us in the Truth of the Night

                            . . . but don't look for Us there, Baby
                                  You remember the Hollow Hiltop ?
                                  I found Our secret there 
                                  It's gonna make Your jaw drop . . .