Frankie

Look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything's too soon, the birds who have flown, seeking away, singing as they go, your eyes don’t fool, say wouldn't it be great, to find somewhere new, a place for the soul, where paradise reigns, forget mortgages and loans, somewhere not cruel, but poised and sedate, rent never due, problems with sawbones, emotion just a name, love’s merry tones, our good parts ring true, we know it's the case, so why do we argue, putting out flames?.