Someday, you’ll be around and feel the clouds above your head
One day, she’ll round the go, so some alone, until you find
Make out, into the dawn, into the sun, well on your own
Get low, and all is found, and bound around, you go it alone
The blow, you go alone, she’ll say you love, and know and on
 Oh no, to make it up, to make it true, what you want to do?
One down, and two to go, and three’s no more, you’ll make it show
One down, you’ll crown the clown, you’ll sound around you make it gone
You want to do…
Oh, oh, you made a love, (three times) what you want to do? (Repeat)
You ready to love (three times) what (do) you want to do?

©2017 by John Christopher Thomas