Face of the Lady

A young kid in the biggest city
He had ever seen
Where miracles come to hide
You wear your desires, on your sleeve

He had a modest wish
To claim the wisdom that was his
To make friends with who he Knew he wouldn't meet with The fate that was his

But he caught a whiff of summer
And he knew it was her
Only if she had turned around
The young kid that was me could've seen

The Face of the Lady
The face of the lady
The face of the lady
I see it now in my dreams

I took more than a faint memory
I took a picture to gaze at
A void to fill in
With word and melody

She disappeared into the crowd
I was reminded what I was about
Watching from far behind and
Hoping my life played out

But he caught a whiff of summer
And he knew it was her
Only if she had turned around
The young kid that was me could've seen

The face of the lady
The face of the lady
The face of the lady
I see it now in my dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Arjun Brara
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