no sad story

it was no sad story then
it was good times for sure
we would never remember when
we would never be impure
in the forest forever
green or gold colored
or white as snow
and you were an old pro
with a little girl's smile
we'd laugh awhile
maybe walk a mile
skip like a child
it was no sad story 
it was a watercolor fairy tale
now i can't read it clearly
the sign says, for sale
my old friend
my brown eyed girl
you kept the tears in
you hoarded them like pearls
your windy hair
blows around strangers' faces here
that don't light up like yours

ah, the lost innocence
ah, the lost innocent seasons
they weathered me
withered in the early morning
they are leaving you a mother
with no heart for caring
with no heart to care

we were westbound and rolling
in our turquoise and jeans
flying and crawling
popping acid like jellybeans
and the road that rolled on
was moving like thieves
us just surfing
shooting the curves
you in your tarot cards
and i in my cap
were the famous adventurers
without a map
under father sun
under mother moon
the end was so sudden
the end came too soon
now i am a working girl
and you are undersea
still guarding your precious pearls
still forgetting me
i write a letter
i'm begging you, please
try to think better
of your family fantasies

ah, the lost innocence
ah, the lost innocent seasons
they weathered me
withered in the early morning
as you make yourself a mother
with no heart for caring
with no heart to care

© 1993 paula pryce