carried away

Crosby, Nash Stills A..

You came from out of the skies
Your skin and your eyes
The colours of bronze.
The moon in your ear
Twinkled and shone.
Soon you'll be gone.

Sailing out on the blue,
Your old man and you
Drifting along, leaving me here,
Thinking it through,
Soon you'll be gone.

Moving through my changes as fast as I can,
Trying to bring a balance to me and the man,
Part of me is screaming to say
I want to be carried away.

Your skin and your eyes
The colours of bronze.
The moon in your ear
Twinkled and shone.
Soon you'll be gone.