Baggott Inn
… Life in the City is a strange, strange thing
Like a dragon’s wings, or his flames, it can lead to a ring …
November in the City dreams of fall
I left her number in the dark, so I can’t call
The door is open and my god she’s already at the Inn
Divine intention and I mention the one at the Inn
Life in the City is a strange, strange thing
Like a dragon’s wings, or his flames, it can lead to a ring
The drinks on Aaron and the homegrown bluegrass at the Baggott Inn
One foot in Faerie and a candlelight confession at the Inn
Estranged from daily sadness I
Remember fondly a time that neither fades nor goes by
The drinks on Aaron and the homegrown bluegrass at the Baggott Inn
One foot in Faerie and seed of marriage at the Inn
