Ryan Miller

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels on the floor
I was Lost and Gone Forever
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the Goldfly flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a cabernet
And so it was that later
As Ryan Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just Guster
Had turned a Whiter Shade of Pale

(with apologies to Keith Reid)