The highway ended and he got out
His one good ear to the ground
But where is the magic of Lassie
Voice out of heaven said:
'Quarter past seven'
The sand is running quickly
Through an hourglass
And time passes
I've got a feeling
That I've been away too long
Think what it means to be an animal
Crossing a highway
All the channels are weak tonight
Your hand is cupping
The light of a match
The printed roses on your dress
And where is the magic of Lassie
I've got a feeling
That I've been away too long
Writer(s): Hendrik J Henk Hofstede, Robert J Rob Kloet, Robert J Stips
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