Garfunkel Art - Paper Chase Lyrics
You can't erase the Paper ChaseShe'll make you play itIn the bright merry morningShe'll run and hideAnd leave you the paper promisesBehind her as she runs across the squareYou can't win the race, She'll set the paceYou will hear her laughingJust behind the foolish fencesThrow back the gate and find thePiece of paper lying on the curbstone,But the lady won't be there.Later in the day,You'll be searching for a wayTo let her know you're readyFor her little game to endCause it's getting dark, and then-You'll see her face, a glimpse of laceAnd you'll go runningThrough the last sweet dying daydreamCalling her name, but she's been home an hour,Laughing at the mirrorAs she combs her paper hair.