Tipsy with St John he's got me
feelin' like a kid on halloween
And he asks me what I wanna
be I got nothin to say
He says that's ok he says
I don't either but I got my
dreams and maybe some are
Apparitions in the fog
But still I see them
Down in my soul like little girls
in bows held up on
Little boys' shoulders
Do people when they're older
See distances on maps get smaller
And promises of happiness stalled
I wanna see you again
Now she's drawin' circles in the air
The ground is movin' under
me but to where
Met Ms Susie and she got a pukered
apple in the ball of her chin
So I hugged her neck
And said I'm sorry for the way I been
She said aw that's ok
Into my shoulder she said
ohohohoh
Now that I'm ohoholder
The distances on maps have got smaller
And promises of happiness stalled
I wanna see you again