Low speedn' lavish the afternoon
no due on this day
enjoyin' the taste of leisure time
flourishin' meanwhile
'round the day of event
launching a hinting gaze
cutt'n throug clouds like a blade
Hidin' low behind
a mask of a summer day's laugh
thinkin' a saxophone
could suit me well
drivin' my breath
like a summer winds' laugh

launching a hunting gaze
cutt'n through crowds like a blade
Pure - 'tis purely a dream
I - I'm gonna go nowhere
too hundled in my own old
ballrooms and shades
too bothered with my own old
tall brooms and shapes
Kickin' the snow aside
and I spread my wings
wearin' shorts & coat
the Captain keeps his hope