This song was a gift, meant to be savored with a good Aussie Shiraz, for which I want thank a certain Stone Pony . . . even if my eyes aren't brown.
Neil Young--Like a Hurricane
Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.
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