(Ferry)

Buttercup daisies
And most anything
They wither and fade
After blossom in Spring
Time conquers innocence
Pride takes a fall
In knowledge lies wisdom
Thatґs all
Everything changes
Weather blows hot or cold
Through alchemy iron turns gold
Quicksilver baby
So hard to pin down
Oh when are you coming around?
Hopelessly grounded
I walk through the streets
Remembering how we spent time
Hopefully yearning that someday weґll meet
But when will we, how could we - why? Oh my!
Fashion houses ladies
Need plenty loose change
When the latest creation
Is last yearґs fab-rave
Thought patterns hazy
This auto-style age
Will lady luck smile old and sage?
She knows that ......
Never again, no, will I give up my heart