it changes when the charmers really want you. they fall in line, barely standing. and i wanna want 'em like i wanted you. they don't collide: call it a landing. as soon as i move i'm just behind you. pass along as fallout to the next one. what'd ya really need? did you let it out? i wonder if the foundation's settling; it wasn't deep as it was going down. all of the golden roads were taken. i guess i gave up somewhere close to closing-----a blue-horizon blown is still a light, but, i coulda gone back without knowing, shot and sown and not home tonight. of all of the soft turns we wore out, could you have shown me the whole show? something will change or stay down: another name you'll never know