days racing from the past one day there was you looked me in the eye days lying in the grass off we go into gazing at the sky play will you make the play here's my sweetest swing sending you the deep fly do try star grant my wantest wish see you flowing white brightly smiling church bells clanging tin cans tumbling end over end... words by Ed Bertrand ©2001 OUESTONICS all rights reserved reprinted by permission