Peter Salett
Halcyon Days
The polite diplomat by the door hangs his hat
Doesn't speak much at all, even when her tears fall
On his face has the lines growing deep with the time
He's moving
Blinded
Trying to find
His halcyon days
Cause we've all heard the bells of the stranger motels
But how long will he stay in this walking tour phase?
He's moving
Bruising
Still not finding
His halcyon days
So make the make the camera night, watch him slip out of sight
Just a ghost to remain here on Cavanaugh Lane
He's moving
Bruising
Still not finding
His halcyon days
Crusin'
Blinded
Trying to find
His halcyon days
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