Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Banded ottoman as such
Sofa seated one too much
All along the range sha-la-la-la-la-la all along the range sha-la-la-la-la
Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you
Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
Out and down, hands stuck to the left
To the right, you should fall,
The horses just don't gossip anymore
Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you
Lyrics by Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe (R.E.M.) from the album, Dead Letter Office. Listen to this album--it's great! I love the first song: "My head is shaking and my arms are shaking and my feet are shaking cuz the earth is quakin!"
Peace out. ~Andi
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