Because she did this
To her sister honey
It will return to us someday
On the edge of seventeen
I did not accept the blame
In the face of the generation
You were not my friend
You were not my love
On the fourth of July
The firecrackers
Went off in the city
A pretty sight to see
The voice through that door
It sounded good
But the other voice was tired,
Say,
"In the middle of the room,
I didn't hear from you"
And she broke down in cryin'.
It seemed her memory
Was falter,
She spoke of "white clouds"
And the sky
But through my eyes
And her disguise,
It seemed that
In my dreams I was flyin'.
In my dreams I was flyin'.