The Mystic of High Noon
The mystic of high noon
With arms soft like wind in the leaves
A rustle amongst hurricanes
He’s building a spacecraft
To carry me home
Oh, how flight returns me to nothingness
A speck in the sky
A speck in your eye
Al but gone, yet
All but here
I’m going back to
The mystic of high noon
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