Mayfly on a Sunday afternoon

Have you ever travelled From Atlanta to New York And saw the sunrise right into your eyes I saw the running inside the cabin Like it was welcoming me home Life is only half life without that memory Riding the train when i whas just a child Have you ever slept sixteen hours from Orlando to New Orleans And have the sweetest dream you can ever have When you where just sixteen I woke with that memory Of that lovely sunrise Dream and reality came true to me that day

I opened the door Looking towards escape I went through the door Although it was too late Who is the keeper of the keys? The one who they always say He will show the way Things that I can see,do or may Little hearts made of clay I went through that door Today -x-

The man I had came From a country split in half I left him at the airport With tears on my eyes Yes we had a love We could not disguise I remember when we went To the movies for the first time I taught you about coffee And we took a picture Holding hands Riding in your car Time passed by so fast As if we where in another planet Where love and laughter ruled -x-