Pieces of a shattered dream
fallen angels in the morning sky
driven through a mill’n’miles
sheath of diamonds river dry.
Gone is the collision course,
gone the morsels of a shiny star,
cometh you above my ride,
join me lovers’ beauty scar.
Travel is a lonesome tune
deserts’ friend on every dune,
glitters rhinestone in the moon
what took their souls so soon.
Goals were dreams of happiness,
the mountain bathed by the rays
whence luck you struck the bull
was readiness your omen true.
Cause later now is rushing in
through caverns and through you
whatever Jo has built for us
your love will keep it warm.