Chariot

Sunny day in their chariot

Were they waving back to you?

Losing touch, not that much

She was running back to you, to you

No more

But you said that your sweet time is spent

Nobody knows how close it will come

The right of the sands

My heart in your hands

Women chasers

The wives abide

You build a plane

To take a land you divide

Sunny day in their chariot

Were they waving back to you?

The way you chased her, the Cadillac

Back on the coastline with the sun on his back

Women chasers, a scarlet lamp

He will be taken

But they'll all love him back

Sunny day in their chariot

Were they waving back to you?

One last call

One last call