In 1947 she was young and she was fair, but there was nothing that she said
It made her feel another dare, and it was wearing
Composing Martians
It wouldn't help her, so mid-Atlantic
1957 she was young and she was bold, and though she tried to make him seem a light
She couldn't say it bold, she wouldn't tell him
No sense in laughing, often with patience
So mid-Atlantic
So mid-Atlantic
Somewhere in the past she wouldn't ever walk a star
But she was waiting for the time light, never falling far
And it was crazy
So much in love, but it's
Too many heartaches
So mid-Atlantic
It's getting old, getting old
So mid-Atlantic
So mid-Atlantic
So mid-Atlantic
Somewhere in the past she wouldn't ever hope to stay
But there was nothing she could read about
To make him feel the same
It was impatient
So mid-Atlantic
So mid-Atlantic
So mid-Atlantic
Storyed in the sirens, in the burning of her heart
But she was waiting for the start to find
Never wanted found, and there was passion
Too many silence
Out of their crazy
So mid-Atlantic
There was a tearus
So mid-Atlantic
So mid-Atlantic

To the stars
Oh, not so
Mid-Adventure
Mid-Adventure