A Mule Is Faster Than a Chopper
There is time when there is time
And there is time when there is no time
My next door neighbor, a loving lad
My Lad, You travelled west
You went far away, to fly back
Away to come back in a plane
A plane to seek my hand in Love
My Love to keep and fold
Now, my distant seeker
The seeker rode on a mule
A mule without an eye away
He arrived the day when you left
You left to pick a chopper for me
A Chopper and now I'm gone
Gone with him aboard
Aboard our Lovely mule
Tapping the ground around
Stamping love notes
Cooking on the sand
I hear you came
Smelling the best of the west
The chopper flashing the chest
Give us the chopper
To go where you went
And take our mule
To search another soul
This then you note
A mule on earth can move
Faster than a chopper
Living in the sky.
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