Zaidy

What I was feeling then, can it be undone, I won't see you again, when you sent me reeling, dancing forlorn, where else but the freeway, going is a case of when, like a dress that’s torn, you have to count to ten, then sit unfeeling, to face the drive alone, I couldn't see anything, or pray for the rent , turning into stone, mine was never to Ken, so brother keep me dealing, when our flight has flown, sweeten my lips believing, the ocean is my own.