Buggles — Riding a Tide

All the poems Of my neighbors That drift across the sand Are just the tendrils Of a vast But gentle plant which they command The headdress Of a goddess You wore the night we came Is only One small symptom And really not to blame You're riding a tiger Riding a tiger Heaven Sent the mortals Ranged upon the wall And likewise All the missiles Shot to make them fall Effortlessly Moving Picture into frame Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Over the bleachers Into the sky Into the reach of some Cool goodbye Key grip was crying Best boy was me Here in the sheltered knoll (?)