Wednesday, September 1, 2010

MY ELUSIVE DREAM

You followed me to Texas,
You follwed me to Utah.
We didn’t find it there.. so we moved on..
Then you went with me to Alabam’
Things looked godd in Birmingham.
We didn’t find it there.. so we moved on..

I know you’re tired… of fol..lowing..
My elu..sive dreams.. and schemes.
For they’re on..ly fleeting things..
My elu..sive dreams...

You had my child in Memphis,
Then I heard of work in Nashville.
But we didn’t find it there.. so we moved on..
To a small farm in Nebraska,
To a goldmine in Alaska.
We didn’t find it there.. so we moved on.
Now we’ve left Alaska because there was no goldmine.

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