"DESIREE"
"Listen, my son, accept what I say, and the years of your life will be many. I guide you in the way of wisdom and lead you along straight paths. When you walk, your steps will not be hampered; when you run, you will not stumble. Hold on to instruction, do not let it go; guard it well, for it is your life." - Proverbs 4:10-13;
"The path of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, shining even brighter till the full light of day. But the way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what makes them stumble." - 18-19;
"A simple man believes anything, but a prudent man gives thought to his steps." - 14:15;
"Listen, my son, and be wise, and keep your heart on the right path." - 23:19
Ninety million miles an hour, Desiree prances through the universe
Things would have to be exploding before you can stop her
Hands in the middle of everything, she's moving as fast as she can
But why does she bother reaching if she's only gonna take a handful?
Calling Desiree... Calling Desiree...
Desiree's wide awake and holding on to everything under the sun
Grabbing postcards from all the places she's been to but had to run
She's got a wagon full of keepsakes she pulls behind her steps
I guess she hasn't heard the adage, the biggest wagon is the emptiest
Calling Desiree... Calling Desiree...
Desiree's got a lot of pieces, but she don't know where they fall
She never sees the picture long enough to give it thought
And what she holds on to she can't let go with her hands...
Desiree's on her knees against that wagon
When life calls for that last dance
But she's too tired, she's been groovin' too hard
Looking up toward the miles above, she whispers to eternity
It'd been a good dance, been a good dance
'Til life cuts in
Calling Desiree... we watch
Calling Desiree...
Calling Desiree... we watch
Calling Desiree...
Calling Desiree... we watch
Calling Desiree...
Calling, calling, calling
Calling Desiree, calling Desiree
She's watching them call...
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Rights Reserved. Words by Keith Johnston, Music by Jacob's Trouble.