We skip the light
Turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
Crowd called out for more
The room was swimming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another dream
The waiter brought a train
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a wider shade of pale
He said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my plane cars
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who are leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be
Inclosed
And so it was that later
That the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a wider shade of pale
And so it was that later
The room was swimming harder




I don't know
That's the way I'm told