a simple case of timing, one thin thred, a thimbleful of lies. a lie along the way could make your wave, then we'd all say your name. fly your flag away and see who waves, they might just say your name. i loved the time when a little clumsy rhyming could fit the crown on your head.
head down arms straight out, left without having completely sussed it out. head to the sun i'ved left to run