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