“Tapioca Tundra”

Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowin’ in the breeze
Midnight looks right
Standing more at ease

Careful plays on fields that seem to vanish
When they’re in between
And softly, as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoes
It cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you

Da-da la-da, da-da la-da, ya da da da…

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowin’ in the breeze
Midnight looks right (??? midnight)
Standing more at ease

Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
One more time, the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you