Climbing spare time, insurmountable summit
intend to plummet down other side
into driver's seat, ride highway miles long
to other world, thousand towers echo with song.
You sung for me once and I played my heartstrings,
this violin within me sings alarmingly,
though in tune with you, we could not find harmony,
and with things to do, we took to feet
to drown out that sound by pounding city street.
I've taken romance chance a plenty,
and many on these same city lanes.
Lady, when I say 'magic'
just imagine tragic sightless life
turned open-eyes to sunshine and blossom ripe.
Lonely plight only just lifting tyrant's hand
from my grand plan still displayed serious
myriad lack of life experience.
Not hearing this, you appeared fearless as we kissed.
Deep in the deep long lingering after-image blue,
I still visit that city I named after you.
Through long streets of years from one alley of choice
I move along, humming songs I first heard in your voice.
"...and its impossible to tell,
how important something was,
and what you might have missed out on...
and how it might have changed it all.
Did I? Did I?"
---the feist.
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