the dame went almost crazy yesterday

trying to save me from myself

i know she loves me when she acts that way

crying those tears just to bring me back

she keeps on smiling a she pulls away

pushes me down and holds me down

i'd chase her shadow but the sky is gray

and it's time to go. she has got to go

but it makes no difference

because i'm going to stay awhile

rising up in the distance

she's going to let me follow



i know she stands for something

a different way for me



in my mind's eye she was a stowaway

on our last passage to spain

she never would have noticed me anyway

my face was washed away by the rain