I’m your puddle of water, you jump over me
Your rusty old screen door, come and go as you please
Everything comes to you so easily

There’s so much more to you than me

So I look up find you flying over Parador

Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self-absorbed
Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time
I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine

Over Parador

Pulling down my scratchy records, collect some extra time

Drop the needle on another reason, to keep your heart from reaching mine
I’m your Mario Lanza’s “Last Concert In Spain”
MCMLXV I got played and played

Feels so lazy, come on and play me

So I look up find you flying over Parador

Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self -absorbed
Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time
I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine

Over Parador…