butterflies and polkadots

morning madness, take my hand
lead me through this wonderland
far from hatred, doubt and shame
on my quest for private fame. . .
afternoons and mornings too
i stop and think too long
all these days are coming down
and i think i hear my song. . .
morning madness, here i am
i wish you'd slow me down
i pass my time so quickly
on the sunny side of town. . .
butterflies and polkadots
will never be the same
you and i can do our thing
live and love our private fame. . .
February 1981