Close up cat nose
Passing overhead we sailed into tomorrow
I heard the rain wash the streets
Oh the grapes, they had so much WRATH
Pluck an orange from the tree
Approaching the shoreline, waiting for the tide
Beneath the waves he could still hear them calling
A present from a dewey morning
Get in. I'll explain on the road.
Sun's down. Hun's down.
Upwards we soared
Must have rained