Like rain to a tin pan
She ran past me
Gazelle out of hell
Into the woods where the gettings good
It was a hot summer day when I watched the tape
Like smoke to a calm sky
She flew past me
A bird without words
To the hills where she seeks her thrill
It was a hot summer day when I watched the tape
It went down
I’m talking up above the clouds
It came down
On the circus and the clowns
It’s still here
But what’s certain isn’t clear
Astray, she caught me off guard
She flew past me
Ran past me
Couldn’t outlast me
To wooded hills so silently
this is your life chuck johnson 