Low speedn' lavish the afternoon
No due on this day
Enjoyin' the taste of leisure time
Flourishin' meanwhile
'Round the day of event
Launching a hinting gaze
Cutt'n throug clouds like a blade
Hidin' low behind
A mask of a summer day's laugh
Thinkin' a saxophone
Could suit me well
Drivin' my breath
Like a summer winds' laugh

Launching a hunting gaze
Cutt'n through crowds like a blade
Pure - 'tis purely a dream
I - I'm gonna go nowhere
Too hundled in my own old
Ballrooms and shades
Too bothered with my own old
Tall brooms and shapes
Kickin' the snow aside
And I spread my wings
Wearin' shorts & coat
The Captain keeps his hope