Souvenir

Have you seen her, that woman likes to walk. Have you seen her, hair tangled up in knots. Oh have you seen her, walking that black tar road, I tend to believe her, when she's reciting her notes. Don't be afraid to settle now, She's looking for the ways to teach you. Don't be leading my dreams down, she's a souvenir of your stay. I may never know, but when I hear her talk. Of stories so long, you could climb them. And you'd love to meet her, bright eyes and button nose, I feel sorry when I feel her, and the dreams she'll never know. But don't be afraid to settle now, she's looking for the ways to teach you, Don't be leading my dreams down, she's a souvenir of your stay. And I don't plan to leave her, because she'll keep my own dreams at bay. Save the moment in time. In a minute I'll go.