She lifts her feet across the boardwalk
She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes
She knows she gets away with murder
Swallows up your heart of gold
And I don't know just where we've got to go
His soul is hidden for the postman
Another one that's real there under aurora skies
The summer sleeps in time for autumn
Second town your leaves of grass
And I don't know just where we've got to go