The Log Flume

The log flume The door is always open for young hopefuls like you An idea of paradise with cocktails and a house with a view A Garden of Eden with oranges and apples growing are just a few In to the night you will go looking seeking searching for that girl to subdue In to the night you will find sexual enlightenment then one day you knew I need someone who understands me and will want love that is totally true The door closes behind and you are in the depths of a relationship that grew and grew Suddenly you’re not in charge anymore because you only desire the only fruit You are addicted to a person who you think loves you and this is a clue A horrible truth is that you wanted everything too soon and she’s left you for a man who plays the bassoon Now you wished you’d stayed single and you cry every time they play your tune You will not find again you think that fruit that passed your lips like champagne in bloom You then realize there are many doors to open and that is a wondrous colourful emotional log flume