Pageant Lane
Pageant Lane
Caught in autumn twilight - and under the oaks,
everything flows into everything.
A memory flutters, caught in a tree - so much to see on
Pageant Lane - the blue skies
are waiting, if you want to go.
It's always waiting, if you want to go
down Pageant Lane.
A vision in the porchlight, innocent times,
muted doorbells, and windows that shine
back from the street, leaves underfeet - October wind on
Pageant Lane - the blue skies
are waiting, if you want to go.
It's always waiting, if you want to go
down Pageant Lane.
Save your rainy day, if you need one along the way -
'cause it's always dry on Pageant Lane.
Corn flakes, "Heaven sakes!", charcoal steaks, and birthday cakes -
under sunny skies, on Pageant Lane . . . so
Go, soft as a petal, floating the stream -
bright as the sun, shining in your dream -
quick as a mirror, bouncing the moon
into your room on
Pageant Lane - the blue skies
are waiting, if you want to go.
It's always waiting, if you want to go
down Pageant Lane.
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