Please forgive my friend
He reads all those stories
Of strange lights and weather balloons
Said he saw one last year
Drop behind the mountains
I told him he was an atheist
We stayed outside an hour
To meet the Queen and her friends
They had been making honey
But we were there for some pictures...
It was late when we started seeing lights
They were used to seeing lights
The White Rhino asked me for the safest way home
My intent was pure but misguided
Now I keep my mouth shut when asked for advice
If he ever found his way, I don't know...

There's a little shadow box of porcelain dolls and they sparkle
Only when you look at them
There's a little shadow box of aging dolls and they sparkle
Only when you look at them