Sometime we can be together sometime
Just step through that mirror sometime
And your dreams are being pushed up through your veins
Sometime



Here we go again to the nearest bar
Here we go again down the economic slide
Listen to the yells of Islam
“He’s pitched this one too far”
It’s that old cut and death again, baby
When Wall Street’s crashing one more time down the slide



Sometimes we can be together sometime
Just step through that mirror sometime
And your dreams are being pushed up through your brain
Sometime



You’ve got Hanoi on your hands
And Saigon on your breath
And your eyes are rolling like thunder
“This body’s not for sale”
And the drugs explode like xmas decorations sometime
And more people believe in Santa than Ronald Reagan sometime



Sometime we can be together sometime
Just step through that mirror sometime
And your dreams are being pushed up through your veins
Sometime



And the grill drops down on Buddy Holly’s smile
I wonder would you be bothered, Buddy, if you knew?
In your blue tuxedo suit you took my breath away