Fly away

The ship of the moon
we can't laugh at it no more
the bark of the sun
we can't hear it anymore

     we know the price of laughter
     but we don't reap the joy of tears

Sing a song for you
from behind your black back-door
I may whisper I may sigh
I may even get you high

     all the others have their guesses
     but I think you'll understand

           and one day I'm gonna fly
           away ... far away



1972.