Your long-gone chicklet smile
And it's cavalier
Your maybe hazy days are gone
I know it's been awhile
But you're in the clear
And I hold you dear
I, myself, have been to the crystal city on the water.
I have stood on the glass balcony which reflected back below.
I have traveled endless miles into the sky which this place sits,
Where the shows are the thunderclouds far down where we row,
Above the clouds where storms cease to exist.