" They stay in their closets for hours, admiring their beautiful clothes.

Talk on  the phone to girlfriends at home, gossip about people they've known.

They take pride in diamonds and flowers, believing they are royalty.

Travel the globe and not even know what it really means to be free.

From castles with ivory towers, they plot , they plan and they scheme

and in their dark minds the sorcerer chimes angry and lustful dreams.

With smiles they devour their victims, their blinded and desperate souls

who's cubical minds have fallen through time, landing and sinking in shouls.

And time goes flying by. Time that mystical lie.

(whale noises)

Their beauty it fades like a flower and shrivels in eternity.

But some things go on ,the deeds they have done, effects on humanity.

But someday when all this is over, like a hangover after the ball,

They'll look up and say I've seen my best day, it's too late to answer the call. To answer the call!

And time goes flying by. Time that mystical lie."

Don Barron 1994. Thanks for bringing me back..............

be well everyone.................