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 … walk away, Renae… turn the dancing wheel.

Oozing old-world charm… sashay down the jaded hall. Bu’cha gotta face the ghosts… warts and mist… regrets and all. You can criticize … but they won’t listen well. And i guess we can’t know… ’cause 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 … walk 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 harboring ghosts. They can criticize… but she wasn’t listening anyway. And everything’s ok… for a petticoat dancer on the wheel of time…

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