Called a passion play Called today I want you here to say Later daze I'll give you seven days
Called a passing play She's afraid Can't make no beer from hay
I won't call Never gonna fall
At the fashion show Had to go She wants the blue-light smoke Touch and go Can't make no coke from snow
By the side, show my face and Shine the light in the crowd and She might fall, empty looks that Time won't stall, lose my knees and crawl And I said that said I