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.
