Golden Vision

Golden Vision

written by: Jim Wingrove

 

I used to need the skies for lunch
Now I’ve got a better hunch
I fill my life with little meanings
And curl up when it’s too demeaning

I feel like I am someone else
I’m not too old to share the wealth
It’s not a sin to write a song
And want someone to sing along

I gave up on my teenage years
The golden vision reappears
And I am thrown into a slumber
It’s not a sin to take a number

The women call me Stavin’ Chain
But that is not a proper name
They want to buy me leather gloves
But I am bound for higher loves

I used to need a summer’s day
With reams of sunlight in the way
And words of love to fill my ear
The golden vision reappears

And I am carried to the stars
And made to cross a bridge too far
And given faith to fill my heart
And somewhere I can make a start