She disappeared across the board walk
She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes
She know she gets away with murder
Swallows up your heart of gold
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa, whoa
His soul is hidden for the postman
Another one that's real there under orange skies
The summer sleeps in time for autumn
Sick and tired of leaves of grass
And I don't know just where we've got to go
Whoa, whoa