"Along the Way" (roughly to the tune of 'Castles in the Sky' by Don McLean)

Two or three were all I ever knew, beggin’ for their trust
Hazy mystics stranded on the pier, trouble’s down at dusk
There’s dolls in the valley, plastic life cause of plastic things
I think someone said their happy, what a dull song they sing
Sunlight through the window, her face was aflame
Bright with promises, just shadows of her shame
I was lost for her and lost I remained
I was born in a river and she was born anew
And it crossed our lips, we said “I’m in love with you”

Five hundred days, swept up in a vision in the hills
Valley frills and valley thrill, but I couldn’t hold her here
Summer’s best and small town threats trying to disappear
Unwritten poems and painted foes, things I’d hope you’d like to hear

And the dance, it’s through, it never was, I hope you can understand
That doesn’t mean I can have you, but I’ve got to play my hand
Who am I to crown the king, but I’ve got to try and I’ve got to sing
It’s your gypsy song and your wild soul
Your desert song and your rock and roll
Your ocean mind and your windswept soul
It’s the way you’re free
Oh, you are the world to me