Yara

You scatter good deeds, like pennies on the bar, kisses are'nt a creed, grab at all my pay, leave the door ajar, it's the way you behave, days wrung out like these, a message in a bottle, makes me want to scream, in a different age, you’d drive a Packard, now you're just bailed,, what do you see, in that warm hazy fog, salt of childhood being, let me dance away, I'm the stuff you're not, go on then leave today, lost amongst the stars.