Through the frosty window pane
We catch a glimse of stars.
Smiling as they sail around.
Knowing it ain't up to them -
It's all down to us.
Watch the weary faces
As we pass the pipe again.
Laughing slide in empty streams
All the way in the cause
Of long, long last dreams.
Conversations drift to grow in
Smoke-rings at the moon.
And when we try to argue
All our words spin around in circles.
Like a circus we all need to heed
The very learned leader of the ring,
The very learned leader of the ring
We all need to heed
The leader of the ring.
Writer(s): Morris Valentine White
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