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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 white suburban
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand
Till the world turned to and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never
Through in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat softly singing
Little nursery rhymes 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 for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the
Or run naked the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d ride
Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her easy chair.

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

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