Like a sailboat at sea, with no wind in sight
It strips away everything like a thief in the night
When it's high it's the best, no one can say different
You feel it is worth your very last cent.
It's like floating on a cloud at 3000 feet
A party everyday, it's dancing in the street
We all love the highs, we all hate the lows
But if we don't try, how will we know?
To Stanya who has been along with me
on a roller coaster of emotions...
© 1999 Rob Murphy
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