Tipsy with St. John he's got me feelin' like a kid on halloween And he asks me what I wanna be. I got nothin to say He says that's ok he says. I don't either but I got my dreams and maybe some are Apparitions in the fog. But still I see them Down in my soul like little girls in bows held up on Little boys' shoulders.
Do people, when they're older, See distances on maps get smaller And promises of happiness stalled?
I wanna see you again.
Now she's drawin' circles in the air The ground is movin' under me but to where?
Met Ms. Susie and she got a puke-red apple in the ball of her chin. So I hugged her neck And said I'm sorry for the way I been She said aw that's ok.
Into my shoulder she said oh-oh-oh-oh Now that I'm oh-oh-older The distances on maps have got smaller And promises of happiness stalled
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