Larry Santos - 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 end 'cause it's getting darkAnd then you'll see her face, a glimpse of laceAnd you'll go running through the last sweet dying daydreamCalling her name, but she's been home an hour,Laughing at the mirror as she combs her paper hair.