Only on a sunny Sunday morning

In colonial town USA

You see the vintage rides

From the café window

A cool breeze through cloud spotted, turquoise sky

And a yellow ribbon flapping in my hair.

My man is gone, but I’ll see him soon

On a beach drinking Buddhas

At half price.

Life flies by my eyes

And he flies away again

But my yellow ribbon floats on

Through the crowded, burning streets

And tells the world

He’s away, but he’s mine

Forever, for all time.

Memories of cruising down a speedway

Music tranquil but blasting through the night

Top speed adrenaline rush

With my man by my side

And my yellow ribbon trailing out of the open window,

A light in the wind soaring around us.

I stand in the rain

And think of my man in the mud

And a tear falls

As I tie my yellow ribbon in my hair

To shout to the world from the mountaintop

My man’s away, but he’s mine forever

And I know he’s praying for his life.

To keep or not to keep,

That is my quest.

An eye for a sin

And my voice for your hand

To help me understand

What keeps me from the choice:

To keep or not to keep?

You keep my tongue

But your hand left months ago.

So I’ll go

To where the shipwrecks lie

And the innocent voices die.

The song on her virgin lips will be heard

Nevermore

As the raven cries:

To keep or not to keep,

Damned either or.

So the choice is taken from my power.

She’s kept in her tower

Forevermore

Because I had to ponder:

To keep or not to keep.