Chris Stills Last Stop
Camp girl never took to hate. Never knowing what it
meant. Now all on her lonesome. She confronts us all.
So give my playground friend a chance. All she wants to
do is dance. Lost in her own world. She grins
independence. Independence.
Faces on her toes dancing. Flowers for her romancing.
Effervescent eyes glowing. Makes you crawl.
Leaning closer to you. She brushes up against you.
Inviting you to dance. She is beautiful.
Day trip night is giving way. Never ever wishing when.
Trip on a stone and see the ground. Coming up again.
Last stop California. So chin up step into the lane. Why
not, Can't avoid disaster. Anyway.
Tell all your offended angels. Stay Away, stay away, stay
away. Stay away
