THE PAPER CHASE â Jimmy Webb (Art Garfunkel version)
You can t erase the Paper Chase
She ll make you play it
In the bright merry morning
She ll run and hide
And leave you the paper promises
Behind her as she runs across the square
You can t win the race, She ll set the pace
You will hear her laughing
Just behind the foolish fences
Throw back the gate and find the
Piece of paper lying on the curbstone,
But the lady won t be there.
Later in the day,
You ll be searching for a way
To let her know you re ready
For her little game to end
Cause it s getting dark, and then-
You ll see her face, a glimpse of lace
And you ll go running
Through the last sweet dying daydream
Calling her name, but she s been home an hour,
Laughing at the mirror
As she combs her paper hair.