Winona

Finding my way back

There’s nothing like seeing her again

I need a dose of Winona

So I’m back on the winding road

To the dreams that have taken me around again

Going back to Los Angeles

To a place I know so well

Remarkably well for so little time there spent

Gotta get back to Winona

To the one I want to make my home

Getting high like the mountainside

Back to those burning desires and games

Going on in my mind

Thinking about Winona

As one does when it’s all you can do

Oh, sweet drug, my Winona

She’s more than a rainbow in the sky

She gives me pause

She will you, too

Gotta get back to Winona

If it’s the last thing that I do

I never tread lightly

Run like lighting to Winona

She is the gleam you see in my eye

Senseless acts of beauty in her grip

And I’ve been kicked to the curb

Sweet Winona

Tears me apart that I can’t be

Back with Winona

Must have been a dream

Oh, sweet, sweet dream

Why, do you toy, my Winona?