The children had all left home
The house was like a ship without a sail
They headed for the sunset
Where maybe they would find a holy grail
The bedrooms were all rigged up
The posters of my Marc Bolan - were ripped away
Each day was blessed with freedom
As they would try to find something to say
She kept a little journal
He scanned them out to see
If they could find Nirvana
And where that place might be
She had lots of things to do
They kept the plastic covers on the chairs
It drove him around the twist
They both were wondering what they might have missed
He quibbled with ambition
She fell into a rut
They sat and read the papers
In sequence they would touch
The creeping realization
Like a punch in the gut
The house was like a ship without a sail
They headed for the sunset
Where maybe they would find a holy grail
The bedrooms were all rigged up
The posters of my Marc Bolan - were ripped away
Each day was blessed with freedom
As they would try to find something to say
She kept a little journal
He scanned them out to see
If they could find Nirvana
And where that place might be
She had lots of things to do
They kept the plastic covers on the chairs
It drove him around the twist
They both were wondering what they might have missed
He quibbled with ambition
She fell into a rut
They sat and read the papers
In sequence they would touch
The creeping realization
Like a punch in the gut
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