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The Ballad of Jordan

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy
In a white suburban bedroom in a suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the dreaming of a thousand lovers
the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm in her hair.
So she let the phone ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery she´d memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to the day.
She could the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of she realised she´d never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm in her hair
So she let the phone ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Jordan
the roof top where she climbed when all the grew too loud
and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of she knew she'd found forever
As she along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair...