Spellbound

Brew
Me
A
Potion
To
Make
Me
Young
Again,
Taller,
Please,
And
Fashionably
Thin,
And
I’ll
Begin
Over,
Living
On
The
Edge,
Reaching
For
The
Prize
As
It
Sped
By,
All
As
Rich
As
Heavy
Cream,
Every
Day
A
Waking
Dream.
I Can’t
Go
Back,
But
I Can
Close
My
Eyes
And
See
A
Thousand
Blessed
Yesterday’s,
Caught
In
Golden
Scraps
Of
Praise.