Chrissie

Look at the moon, a full tide today, everything slips too soon, the birds who have flown, seeking to migtate, sing as they go, your eyes can't fool, wouldn't it be great, to find somewhere new, a place for the soul, where paradise reigns, forget mortgage loans, somehow not cruel, but poised and sedate, where no rent is due, problems with ‘phones, emotion just a name, no more guff to swallow our good parts are true, that’s why I say, it's pointless to argue, just up our game.