Jersey Boys Making Good Parkway Time
They are shifting and sorting
Pouring through the sands of time
Avalanche without warning
Just dust and memories of mine
Golden sparkles in summer’s heat
Jersey waves beckon me on home
Green parkway signs imply defeat
Events unfold we had not known
Blow through this swirling sandstorm
Grappling blindly, eyes covered
Stay the night and keep me warm
Still more, left undiscovered
We turn round and round the hourglass
And we’ll never get our true fill
While clinging to this empty past
Time is slipping, I can’t keep still
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