Lucy

She revived some lost penchant for wandering souls
Some lost vision I forgot to test out in the polls
Lucy

Her session guitarist mate needed a place to stay
He only seems to understand attack and decay
Lucy

She says that she needs time to go and get depression-free
Then she goes and leaves just like a deciduous tree
Lucy

I’m just a frame on an expired reel
She’s just the number for the charity appeal
Lucy
I’m just a night on an expired week
I’m the words of a man who daren't speak