Robbie

Look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything comes around too soon, the birds who have flown, seeking a way, singing as they go, my eyes dart I'm cool, say wouldn't it be great, to make it somewhere new, in a hurricane zone, where no panic reigns, encircle the loans, somewhere not cruel, but poised sedate, I'll scatter the dues, problems the wind blows, emotion's just a name, for a love that's gone, my good parts aren't Blue, I can firmly state, you'll love it there too, high above the flames.