Once upon a time, there was this myth of a lady that nobody would acknowledge that her quirky ways were something special and they thought the dust they left her with she would choke on it give me flight To a place that feels right I won’t reach my goal at red rocks after all. I’m on to bigger dreams when once I was afraid to fall said to the class of 95 if your trilogy is still alive, look for Johnny five because pony boy has got good grease stories.