Skateboard Lady
by Morgan Foster & Tim Haig

Contemplating times and shapes that get so rearranged
Taking back on all the things I used to do and say
Sitting in my cozy chair inside a pizza place
Until so gracefully you entered in to change the pace

Thinking about times to come and I sure could use the answer
Look at the faces round, they could use the answer

And yet you sit there just so simply without a trace
Seemingly to have it all together, saving face
So tell me more, tell me more
Skateboard lady

Supersonic tales of woe and love I’d surely find
In the corners of my broken down and hidden mind
Yet all you do is spin your wheels around just killing time
And if they didn’t spin you’d grease em up with turpentine

Even when it slaps me in the face I can’t accept the answer
Yet seeing your simple joy, you’ve got to have the answer

Relax for a moment, take a number, get in line
Problems come and go, yet work themselves all out in time
So tell me more, tell me more
Skateboard lady

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