Julian

Thought I'd write a little song for you.
Man whose name was taken from hate you.
I could try to fit it into a baby rhyme,
but I...

Julia,
save for another song.
Saving for another song.
Oh, that's where he belongs.
A new song.

Yellow night, a don.
He's a fellow that'll take you in
under strings and winds.
I laugh for a time.
Proud of the brave Julia.
Wonder, wonder, wonder why you thinking.
Wonder, wonder, wonder why.

On a mission looking for land of grief.
Somewhere roots are sprout right at a hill.
Meet some pretty people,
but they drink from the air.
Grounded in song is where it truly belongs.
That is where it truly belongs.

Heat. Heat.