An Apple Blossom Highway

     Young men and wise men have stumbled
     To girls of a fancy summer smile
     As forests of flowers will dance through the hours
     Of gypsy bells calling the fortunes of doom
     It’s time to

          Stand up, John my brother
          Reach out somewhere, grab another
          Dance down the apple blossom highway
          Why don’t you
          Stand up, John my brother
          Reach our somewhere, grab another
          Dance down the apple blossom way

     Young men and wise men are weary
     And tired of apologizing bows
     Too few ears are listening
     Too many bodies glistening
     In sheltered bikinis and all too sheltered minds
     It’s time to

     Young men and wise men are smilin’
     On times they’ve forgotten that were dim
     From candy floss visions
     Of midnight decisions
     In giggles of happy young puppy dog tales
     It’s time to