Rosewood Country Club

The cigarette strikes your lips
As the horizon’s imploding light
On the terrace a mystic autumn wind
Is playing in your daughter’s hair
She looks like a small Jesus
Eating ice from her painted coupe
She’s glowing like a legend
In her guatemala shoes
Proud to be caught up in your moment,
Proud to wear your name
Now she’s taking demons,
Paying for your songs
Her voice clear as a crystal
Down the streets of fame
Blurry like a vision,
Crazy like a dream
Taking one more step
At the Rosewood Country Club
Her voice clear as a crystal
Down the streets of fame
Blurry like a vision,
Crazy like a dream
In the old paraffin kitchen
At the Rosewood Country Club
Her voice clear as a crystal
Down the streets of fame
Blurry like a vision,
Crazy like a dream
Taking one more step
At the Rosewood Country Club
Her voice clear as a crystal
Down the streets of fame
Blurry like a vision,
Crazy like a dream
Taking one more step
At the Rosewood Country Club