Miriam Marigold

On a warm Spring night Miriam waits
For someone to save her
Marigolds for clues and a ransomed heart
Anna says she'll come by later
But here you are...

Baby, here you are at the end of the line
With a book under your arm
The night sky looks both desolate and sublime

You walk from block to city block
In search of your destiny
While Ruie asks where you are,
Anna just smiles cautiously

Baby, here you are at the end of the line
With a book under your arm
The night sky looks both desolate and sublime

Baby, Baby, here you are
The night sky feels both desolate and sublime...