Tonight the canvas skies glides by,
Before our eyes,
With cardboard stars aligned,
Shaping our state of mind.
The afternoon bids welcome to,
The pale paper moon,
An eagle owl with cotton quill,
Flies east passed the hill.
There's a trail of thoughts we used to follow,
That's leads the way into the mountain hollow.
And the place we thought we'd never see,
Unfolding before you and me,
Where Lou Grace flows upstream
Is still the place where we shall meet.
Our blanket's carried by the breeze
Across the seven seas,
We row our way with old John's cane,
The shore we'll attain.
Ahead our eyes are set on something new,
With shades of blue,
It's cobalt curtains shaped like waterfalls,
Unfolding itself tall.
Let's pretend this world will always remain,
And when we leave this place, we'll stay the same.
And the place we thought we'd never see,
Unfolding before you and me,
Where Lou Grace flows upstream
Is still the place where we shall meet.
Lou Grace, Lou Grace's running,
Leading home to where we know,
We should be heading to.
And the place we thought we'd never see,
Unfolding before you and me,
Where Lou Grace flows upstream,
Where Lou Grace flows upstream,
Is now the place where we shall meet.

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