Song For Dana Plato Lyrics

The three month ride sticks in your mind

as though the insides of your head were a big screen

and coming in on an evening wind

it's the unmistakable scent of brilliantine

what kind of memory serves, what kind of world is it,

that comes headlong at you, then swerves at the last possible second?

it's this one. it's this one.



And it's easy to slow down

and it's easy to slow down

and it's easy to just lie out by the blue pools

in the squinting sun and slow down

and it's easy to slow down.



And in situations like these, it's sometimes useful to

think of life as one long continuous evening

that never turns into night.

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