Blue yster Cult — In Thee

[Verse 1: Buck Dharma] Maybe I’ll see you again, baby, and maybe I won’t Maybe you bought your ticket gone back to Detroit Aeroplanes make strangers of us all Give us distance, much too easily Jim says, “Some destinies should not be delivered” But you and I see now, baby, that still they are Winning it makes losers of us all ’Cause the dice roll, so indifferently [Chorus: Buck Dharma] Well, I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel I’ll wrap myself in dreams I’ll wrap myself in solitude But I wish I could wrap myself in thee [Verse 2: Buck Dharma] Tonight, it’s hot, without you, tomorrow'll be cold Winter will come along driven by snow Love, it makes strangers of us all When we fall, oh, so thoughtlessly [Chorus: Buck Dharma] Well, I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel I’ll wrap myself in dreams I’ll wrap myself in solitude But I wish I could wrap myself in thee [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3: Buck Dharma] Once we breathed the breath of sweet surrender Pure, pure Arab air filled our atmosphere But pride it makes stars of us all Until we fall, for everyone to see [Chorus: Buck Dharma] So, I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel I’ll wrap myself in dreams I’ll wrap myself in stranger’s arms But I wish I could wrap myself in thee I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel I’ll wrap myself in dreams I’ll wrap myself in solitude But I wish I could wrap myself in thee