There’s a scarf on the carpet, a girl on the stage.
The way she goes is like a parade
Always making me smile when she’s jumping around.
Where are you found?
Allison, look in the sky and I can wonder where you are
Drinking a tall sangria.
On the horizon, the sky lies on the ground.
Somewhere between them is where Allison is found.
People painting a canvas of what they desire
With their days and you put yours
On the back of a bird and its flying to some exotic land.
Allison, look at the fireflies to see what they become.
Turing the darkest night to gold.
4 in the morning to the sands of Mexico.
