wise on a birthday party in a world full of surprising fireworks,
then sudden silence,
lies on a stranger's bed
the new day breaks like a speeding train,
or an old friend ever expected but never knocking
holding your own in a battered car,
all night parties, cocktail bars and smile
when the butterfly escapes the killing jar
sure eyes awake before the dancing is over
wise or naked in secret October
free fall on a windy morning shore,
nothing but a fading track of footsteps
could prove that you'd ever been there
spoken on a cotton cloud,
like the sound of gunshot taken by the wind,
and lost in distant thunder
racing on a shining plain tomorrow,
you'll be content to watch as lightning plays
along the wires and you'll wonder
sure eyes awake before the dancing is over
wise or naked in secret October
sure eyes awake before the dancing is over
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