Pollyanna sittin here in limbo
eatin stripmall Chinese
lovin you
I wish the man behind the drums
(you know - the big boss man)
would let my long tall texan go
pale horses couldn't drag me
from my dreams of you
car carrier dreams
of quality time food shopping
I'll pick up the change
not throw it all away
then walk in the park
for bird song
maybe spin by the new home
all through the day
in a gossamer haze of parasol ants
your love falls like rain
baby I love you
here I am
oh what a world
a mystery train
ah well respected man--
beloved--
your "annalee"
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