Clarke's Bolero

Drawn inescapably drawn to you

Glance tinkling glasses at once renew

Friends pass away in your Max Factor care

While you can only despair

Love through a tropical goldfish bowl

Drums come give me your classical roll

And I, I would all those virtues extol

If you could touch my soul.

Doesn’t it seem so long ago

It was easier for thoughts to flow

I should have had your body not your soul

That stays the same though we grow old

Please come take a ride with me

Down through the country in my Bugatti

But oh, that is not really me that you see

Just me back in history

Doesn’t it seem so long ago

It was easier for thoughts to flow

I should have had your body not your soul

That stays the same though we grow old