TAPIOCA TUNDRA

The Monkees



Reasoned verse some prose or rhyme

Lose themselves in other times

And waiting hopes cast silent spells

That speak in clouded clues

It cannot be a part of me

For now it's part of you

Sunshine, rag time, blowing in the breeze



Midnight looks right standing more at ease

Silhouettes and figures stay

Close to what he had to say

And one more time the faded dream

Is saddened by the news

It cannot be a part of me

For not it's a part of you