The Mind Puts An End To This Play

Could have been dreaming
Could have been down
Out with a feeling
Off with this crown

Oh, that fortune believed me
In the sun and the hay
Where the mind of a woman
Puts an end to the play.

That beautiful object
Still sitting where it's always set
At least twice as much, twice
As the other guy gets

It pretty and fine
Has the features you know
Though its up sitting high
Don't a guy reach too low?

Lord, I could still be dreaming
Could still remain bound
By the heat of the question,
"Boy--- hows that girl you found?"

Oh, I tell them I'm fine
The moons still up to it's things
And talk to myself
Where I once only dreamed

Looking deep to the ceiling
In the black room at night
And conjuring feelings
Of her face in my mind

Could have been dreaming
Could have been down
Out with a feeling
Off with this crown

Oh, that fortune believed me
In the sun and the hay
Where the mind of a woman
Put an end to the play.

The sweet child in line
Stretches the group to the last
And who in the front
Doesn't slow those too fast?

It's strange to have seen
The gorgeous, intelligent and fine
But turn to hold joy
Far away from her mind.

It's strange to have seen
The gorgeous, intelligent and fine
But turn to hold joy
Far away from her mind.