There is paper everywhere

in your hands and on the ground

Outside, the heavens are open

a rain forest in the making.

Streets are full of angels and water

where do they all come from?

Pretty girls alone, deserted

busy bars, distractions, flat beer

Inspiration he cries as they flock to the show

alone in a crowd with your thoughts

Others would struggle in vain to be free

one way please, to any other planet

Copyright © 2000 Cheynestore/Ashley Cheyne