Gloria 


Words by Ian Barlow
Music by The Dig



Cruising down the seasons with an off hand state of mind.
When you hear that train coming you better run.
Feel those patient rays, a malaise lost in the waves, and
Keep away from the blister bidding sun.

Gloria, 
Where has the time gone to?
Where are you now?
Lost in a void, disillusioned, and low?

Don't be surprised when my bleeding heart drains
Into your crocked world I never understood.
Rainy days and moon beams shining high upon this grove
Makes us ponder harder then all it's castles.
She slings what I've been needing so I crave what she's been dealing.
Got my off hand state of mind supplied no more.
She's losing while she's reeling and for no peculiar reason
I can't get my hands on that sweet Gloria. 

Gloria
Has made me high on vibrations.
What kind of world
Let her go drown in her illusions?

Cruising down the seasons with an off hand state of mind
Still waiting for the revival of my Gloria.