Invisible Strings

“Cold was the steel of my axe to grind
For the boys who broke my heart
Now I send their babies presents
Gold was the color of the leaves
When I showed you around Centennial Park
Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

Time, wondrous time
Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies
And it’s cool, baby, with me
And isn’t it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?“

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