the monkees
tapioca tundra
Reasoned verse some prose or rhyme Lose themselves in other times And waiting hopes cast silent spells That speak in clouded clues It cannot be a part of me  For now it's part of you Sunshine, rag time, blowing in the breeze  Midnight looks right standing more at ease Silhouettes and figures stay  Close to what he had to say  And one more time the faded dream Is saddened by the news It cannot be a part of me For not it's a part of you