They asked what do you know
and how far I had to go
were all my fields well plowed
and what's this world about
oh yes what did I know
and how far did I want to go ?
and all I said
the warm wind round my head
is I don't wanna get anywhere
just feel I'm somewhere
and simply be there
they said the price is high
for a front seat in the sky
they loitered and they lingered
and I saw they had their fingers
in lots and lots of pies
but they were all pies in the sky
refr.
and every question is an answer
for a perfect dancer !
1988.
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