Low speedn' lavish the afternoon No due on this day Enjoyin' the taste of leisure time Flourishin' meanwhile `round the day of event Launching a hinting gaze Cutt'n throug clouds like a blade Hidin' low behind A mask of a summer day's laugh Thinkin' a saxophone Could suit me well Drivin' my breath Like a summer winds' laugh Launching a hunting gaze Cutt'n through crowds like a blade Pure - 'tis purely a dream I - i'm gonna go nowhere Too hundled in my own old Ballrooms and shades Too bothered with my own old Tall brooms and shapes Kickin' the snow aside And i spread my wings Wearin' shorts & coat The captain keeps his hope