Well I remember Cappadocia
The way the people just approaching ya
The mineral baths and rolling the dice
Working every day and playing every night
Three special knocks on the door
Some zealot wanted a score
I say I don't live here anymore
But I'll gladly take that money off your hands
The days were blue, the sea was black
I bought a snake that I kept in a sack
I got a dagger and a bit out of whack
There was another world just behind the crack
I've seen that face in a dream
Or a western that I've seen
I got a storm on my hands now
Riding down to the western lands
I went down to Abilene
It was the best place I've ever been
I got a baby on my hand now
Living down on western lands
She lived in a block of flats
Called the Martian Skyline
I knew the street
But I never could find the floor
Born in the Year Of The Rat
Long before my time
I knew the night
But I never could find the door
Things find their places
Music strikes her ear
Places her head along the path that leads to here
She lived with a dog and a cat
Called Gog and Magog, familiars
They were her ears and her eyes
The cat sat on the mat
It could read your mind
I know the dog has wings
And he flies
Friends in high places, hands that pull you out
Places she's seen, we never heard about
She lived in a block of flats
Called the Martian Skyline
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