paper chase

you can't erase the paper chase

she'll make you play it

in the bright merry morning

she'll run and hide

and leave you the paper promises

behind her as she runs across the square

you can't win the race

she'll set the pace

you will hear her laughing

just behind the foolish fences

throw back the gate and find the

piece of paper lying on the curbstone

but the lady won't be there. later in the day

you'll be searching for a way

to let her know you're ready

for her little game to end

cause it's getting dark

and then

you'll see her face

a glimpse of lace

and you'll go running

through the last sweet dying daydream

calling her name

but she's been home an hour

laughing at the mirror

as she combs her paper hair.