David Arn Invisible Lady
When there was just one girl in my country 'tis of thee
Names were carved in the side of a Jersey tree
She vanished from my planet, she planned it with a perfumed note
I watched silently from cold, dark corners, I couldn't see what she wrote
A little bit less it could have been a mystery
A little bit more it could have been history
That invisible lady still makes me half crazy,
Memories of her slow smile refuse to yield
Even when that part of my heart has been burnt,
Has been burnt and sealed
Careless in Paris, stumbling down the hill from Montmarte
Evening's red dress swayed to songs I won't admit I know by heart
Neon nights never braced me for the hidden trap door
Inexpensive wine can make peace bells chime but never settle the score
And I was left begging for a message to glitter down from her morning star
I guess she was either whispering in a foreign language or words had to tumble much too far
A little bit less it could have been a mystery
A little bit more it could have been history
Invisible lady--memory won't grow hazy,
It's flying always backward across a roaring sea
With the sound of it's speeding engines unraveling
When it reaches perfect you and me
