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Caught in a turnstile dreaming
Spinning with no place to go
Reaching for lights in the ceiling
Blinded by something aglow

Losing my ticket on Sunday
Searching each pocket I wore
Wondering how I will get there
Into the arms I adore

Missing the bus that was leaving
Stopping for just a short while
Up pulls a man on a scooter
Wearing a slightly bent smile

“Hop on, I’ll go where you’re going”
He says as he gives it some gas
“Here, better put on this helmet,
So many cars we will pass”

We head out in either direction
Exits are lined by the way
Speed limits posted in crayon
Sixty-four color display

Then all at once we are flying
Sparrows look on with a sigh
Over a skyscraper napping
Snoring as we’re passing by

Higher and higher now climbing
I look at my watch, almost noon
We turn at the belt of Orion
A rest stop this side of the moon

When suddenly I am free falling
Tom Petty would surely be proud
I gaze at the station below me
The wind in my ears very loud

And there in the turnstile dreaming
I see once again it is true
Waiting in line with the others
Is me heading off to see you

That would explain why I’m happy
Head in the clouds up above
The ticket my hand it is holding
I’m going to be with my love