Nothing is finer than a Mexican banquet.
There is a name for that I did not choose Trails I shied away from Chances never taken Promises made
Recalling perfect moments each cathedrals, Thames, and tours
If you and she are going to start a life Don’t forget to bring the stove Wishing all alone that
She tends patiently her nest Ignoring mates showing off their best There the battle rages diving over Feathers blazing all
Swirling mist like smoke obscures Ahead we go conscripting now our second sense Improvising making patterns of our blindness Wishing