She was walking her velociraptor in the park.
She wore happiness on her sleeve
Wrapped up in her woo woo and her thrift store dress
Talking to herself in musical tones.
Arms full of autumn, she walked away
Turned her back on her latest last chance.
Moved on to costumes, waterfalls, and weed
Flew the coop to the warm winter light
Drank a wretched brew that made her head spin
Walked under a ladder to heaven on her way out of town
Perception isn’t reality, whatever that is
Put off to the future while she gets out of town
She put her kayak on a fork
And held a picnic in the park on Audience Day
He held his applause as he drove away
Regarding the perfection in his rear view mirror
Now she walks her velociraptor in the park.
She wears happiness on her sleeve
Wrapped in her woo woo and her thrift store dress
Wondering why she was so alone.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 