Claudia Lewis

Oh Lord, Twenty million years from my face. The slide Of the dollar. Watch now, The new body ride on my trail. To the face of my Smile, oh. I'm lost In an infinite night trail. The sun Could make me blind. I wish, I wish I could bring the ghost Of my share. And fly far, far ahead in my life. Oh Lord, Twenty million years from my face. A dream or just space? Of my smile,