She lifts her feet across the boardwalk
She lets the sunset light give movement to her eyes
You know she gets away with murder
Swallows up your heart of gold
And I don't know just where we've got to go
This song was written for the postman
Another one who's realer under aurora skies
The summer sleeps in time for autumn
Second time with leaves of grass
And I don't know just where we've got to go