Monkees - Tapioca Tundra Lyrics
By michael nesmithReasoned verse, some prose or rhymeLose themselves in other timesAnd waiting hopes cast cast silent spellsThat speak in clouded clues.It cannot be a part of me,For now its part of you.Careful plays on fieldsThat seems to vanish when theyre in betweenAnd softly as I walk awayIn freshly tattered shoe.It cannot be a part of meFor now its part of you.Sunshine, ragtimeBlowing in the breeze.Midnight, looks rightStanding more at ease.Silhouettes and figures stayClose to what he had to sayAnd one more time the faded dreamIs saddened by the news.It cannot be a part of meFor now its part of you.Well, sunshine, ragtimeBlowing in the breeze.Midnight, looks rightStanding more at ease.[instrumental]Sunshine, ragtimeBlowing in the breeze.Midnight, looks rightStanding more at ease.Silhouettes and figures stayClose to what he had to sayAnd one more time the faded dreamIs saddened by the news.It cannot be a part of meFor now its part of you.
