A nostalgic (and probably inaccurate) view of small-town America.
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Story behind the song
A lazy day in a small American town. A nostalgic, selective view of our past is, on occasion, a necessity.
Lyrics
Shop windows, wooden signs,
Spring designs,
Hand-painted dolls and china
Trimmed with vines.
Old-fashioned coats displayed,
Wide silk ties,
Red awning, white brocade,
Warm, wise eyes.
It’s getting gauzy; it’s misting over.
It’s overgrown with four-leaf clover
Half-asleep or half-awake,
Blissful sighs, Leisure Lake.
Can we get this on tape
So we can run it again?
I’ll even settle for a rear-view mirror
With objects not as close as they appear.
I squint,
I look back,
I search for a time that never was,
A place that never existed,
I can almost see it...
Lace curtains, open weave,
Gently sway.
Sun filters, budding leaf,
Blue clay vase.
Stone stairway, fresh new linen,
Crystal tray.
Pink petals, worn-out cotton,
Flawless day.
It’s getting gauzy; it’s misting over.
It’s overgrown with four-leaf clover
Half-asleep or half-awake,
Blissful sighs, Leisure Lake.
Can we get this on tape
So we can run it again?
I’ll even settle for a rear-view mirror
With objects not as close as they appear.