Album: The Blurred Crusade

An Interlude


";They're going to send you away"; she said
Psychic angels spread on the top of her head
And in the compartments of my dread
The rush hour crush travels home to bed
";You never seem to hear"; she smiled
Statues tiptoe for a glimpse of the child
The lawns are always lush and wild
Spacious floors bejeweled and tiled
";How are you getting home"; she laughed
Mermaids drowned but I clung to the raft
It's just the water in the bath
An interlude for the busy staff