3 Cards - Balancing Act

We stole a car to drive down to Lake Erie

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And see broken glass on a white Canadian beach

Tonight

She wears her straw hat like a crown of diamonds

And smiles

Someday we’ll be on familiar streets

Inside

There are smooth petosky sontes in jacket pockets

And charms

Arrowheads and indian souvenirs

We find

Girls wave to drunken sailors on the sidewalk

And smile

A cafe catches fire and disaapears

Tonight

Thunderstorms can drown out conversations

And shake

Lucky horseshoes off of fish shack walls

There’s a flood of tourists each vacation

The faces are different but the lake doesn’t change at all

Indians in cowboy hats on horseback

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Point out seven sisters in the dark

Night sky

They sparkle brighter than a crown of diamonds

And shine

And fade away into the morning light

Tonight