i saw your picture today on a card  i tried so hard   to remember that smiling face you placed  on my prince's pillow in that broken down car  last summer  you sang to me so beautifully  you were promised to me like a ring to a tree  but you cut it all off and  that's what kills me    pilot of lies  who sat at the bat while i sat home and cried  your hands were not tied  you knew exactly where to hide  and hitch a ride   to  one two three  caliFORnia    "now honey i'm so sorry   if i whistle hollywood happy  look where it gets me."    you show so painfully long  but i sat and stared as if nothing was wrong  as for the songs   the beauty is there  but the grace car's gone    and i don't want to be a part   of music vs. the heart.  we all stay in tune  we all swear it's true    (without going overhead or upperhanded jests just fly by more time to get to know you and less of me, you can't buy my time)