Step into this big ‘ol house with your hippy braids and innocent smile. Fade like arctic ice… fade like time before the ghosts. Fade the modern world away for a petticoat beauty and her ragamuffin host.

Creeping vines can restrain… and that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly… but please don’t misconstrue… promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … fly away, Renae… turn the dancing wheel.

Oozing old-world charm… sashay down the jaded hall. You gotta face the ghosts… warts and mist… regret and all. You can criticize … but they won’t listen well. And now you’ll never know… what only time can tell.

Creeping vines can restrain… and that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly. But please don’t misconstrue… promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … fly away, Renae… turn the dancing wheel.

And now she’s settled in… finally found a place on the wheel. Made herself a deal… to stop conjuring ghosts. They can criticize… but she never listened anyway. And everything’s ok… for a petticoat lady on the dancing wheel…

Creeping vines can restrain… and that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly. But please don’t misconstrue… promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … fly away, Renae…