Augie March

There is no such place, o yes I have seen it too Just a little different from how you do, A river winding blue among the dunes and a marble bed And a sun that doesn't set but settles. There is no such place, If I lower mine to yours might you kiss me

Well it tastes like a Sunday, There should be music in the front room, and the markets a'milling with the people in the afternoon. And there's a question to be asked if you're drinking alone, It's what horse were you thrown from which riderless goes