“Let me take you down
‘Cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever”
So sung the Beatles. Boys and girls, they were singing about a gorgeous red-headed woman. And I had a strawberry fields experience.
It happened tonight at a gas station. She was dressed in black. I put on Memory Bliss and she danced a little dance. Goodness!
You ever meet someone and just want to buy them the world? Because you know, just KNOW, that you’ll be happy all the time if they’re around? It’s exhilarating.
But alas, I am afraid she has danced in and out of my life for that brief moment. And I shall be the richer for it.
“I think it’s one of those déjà vu things
Or a dream that’s tryin’ to tell me something
Or will I ever stop thinkin’ about it?
I don’t know, I doubt it
Subterranean by design
I wonder what I would find if I met you
Let my eyes caress you
Until I meet the thought of Mrs. Princess Who?”