Erica - Terry Reid

Erica would much prefer to hide behind her hair

Conveniently you cannot see her face

Though she keeps her mind wide open

To the affluent society

And the mystery’s still kept up in her hair

Why don’t you just stop and say

One word or two or maybe more

With a face like yours right away I’m sure

One day I caught you running with the wind

I can smell the perfume in the garden of her hair

Mirrors and reflections I can see

Though I never get quite close enough

Because I stop and stare

And the mystery’s still kept up in her hair