Full serve attendants were spilling their hoses () Self-serve was doing the same
The manager dialed the emergency numbers
Insurance man won't take the claim
The sight of a horse crossing highways is frightening But not with the breed that can fly She's risen up to the level of oak trees Too low for the radar man's eyes
I am not much of a joiner she says That's not where I draw my strength Some of the go for the depth of field While most of them go for the length
Me I will go for the hard combination 'Cause I have some need to belong But I'm leaving this unkind of sign life behind me I'll take what is mine and be gone
If you see something red flash across the horizon It's not that your eyes aren't right She's taking her place with the red-tailed hawks And the broad winged birds in flight
The flying red horse from the ruby red north Took off from her station to the south And I swear to you that this story is true I heard it right from her mouth
They think they can tame you, name you and frame you Aim you where you don't belong They know where you've been but not where you're going And that is the source of the songs (hum tune and fade)
-- Darrel Huish (602) 965-5674 -- Administrative Information Technology
