How I long to see her hair
blown by the California wind
drawn by her music
her siren song,
we've come as pied-piper
Rats - hypnotized
and powerless,
waiting for something to come
to us, give us the
reason
that vision will
send us on.
One of my favorite lines on those little bits of paper was the one about being missionaries of the East and bringing Vic etc. with us. I thought that was a nice image. Just a thought.