© MSK May 1981
It’s not so much the definitions,
Or the way things are said.
Some people come as missionaries,
While others won’t be led.
Every start has an ending
That goes on flawlessly
You know there’s nothing worth defending
If it won’t set you free.
It was Just An Idea
That stayed inside my head.
It was Just An Idea but it’s over now
But,
I know
It’s time to put away the toys,
If they’re no longer fun.
Most of it was pretty embarrassing
So I won’t tell anyone.
I was told when you put on the brakes
You gotta be wastin’ gas.
I’ve come around a lot of curves since then and
Some I took a little too fast.
It was Just An Idea
When streets are made of glass.
It was Just An Idea, I should have let it pass.
But,
I know how.
It was Just An Idea
That stayed inside my head.
Still making my ears ring.
Whose ending has begun.
MidiMike 