Parador

I’m your puddle of water, you jump over me Your rusty old screen door, come and go as you please Everything comes to you so easily There’s so much more to you than me So I look up find you flying over Parador Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self-absorbed Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine Over Parador Pulling down my scratchy records, collect some extra time Drop the needle on another reason, to keep your heart from reaching mine I’m your Mario Lanza’s “Last Concert In Spain” MCMLXV I got played and played Feels so lazy, come on and play me So I look up find you flying over Parador Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self -absorbed Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine Over Parador…