Sleeping knows no lie Wide awake or hides behind Your curtains in the morning Heavy drapes upon my mind Am I in too deep? Am I in too deep too soon? On the turn of a dime with the wind on a chime Im a lost land in the blue Im a lost land in the blue Im a lost land in the blue Some things are best if kept in darkness Only true before the dawn Ghost ships, silent, deathly sting Before the canon storm Am I in too deep? Am I in too deep too soon? On the turn of a dime with the wind on a chime Im a lost land in the blue Im a lost land in the blue Im a lost land in the blue Im walking on the shore Im walking neath the ocean blue Im walking sometimes, somewhere It is beautiful Like a lost land in the blue Like a lost land in the blue Like a lost land in the blue Like a lost land in the blue
I wonder what has become of those plants on the porch . Are they all grown up now and too big for those tiny pots?? These are the things that make me sad...
I have it on the best authority that they've grown....limbs and legs, and all the fine extensions that make possible the elegance of walking; and if one had vision pure and simple, one could see them trailing a wanderer's path across a clear sky-----a lost land in the blue.....or something that of sort....
