Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast
I drink good coffee every morning It comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done, I feel like talking Without you here, there is less to say
My, my, my it's a beautiful world i like swimming in the sea i like to go out beyond the white breakers where a man can still be free (or a woman
The people allow this last great congregation I tip my hat to the ones that went before My secret voice has the inside information To let the freedom
Well, hello you'll have to excuse me I just turned out the light I was dreaming you're the last person I'd expected to be here When I came home there
Well I loved the Lone Ranger and I loved that Dennis Law Him and George Best, sure knew how a kick a ball I wanted tae be a cowboy, and learn a crack
A moment of your time now As mine is closing in on me A simple farewell rhyme to Anyone who hears me I have walked in shadows I have walked in blindness
Looks like this may well be it, yeah we're goin' down Ocean's fast approaching, and there's this screeching sound They found that little ol' black box
I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations
I came into your store I'm not buying anymore so much for my will until the day I die I will love you still I walked in through your door I swore I wouldn
No time to live, no time to die, no time to sit and wonder why. No time for you, no time for I, no time to watch the world go by. And I've got no time
Thought I?d never reach the water Had to cross the desert and the great divide Drinking only golden promises With white lines in my eyes Oh, sons and
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I can feel your love come shining Over and across the sea There never was a light more blinding Ever watching over me I walk into the swirling wind
Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen And kick like a tin can in the shape of a man Trying so hard to break in so I can burst out Perspectives
Clock strikes eight up on a Monday Got to bed half past five Can't remember Saturday or Sunday Life is grand Doesn't it feel good to be alive When you
don't wait up for her tonight cause she won't be coming home don't wake up till it gets light by then she'll be long gone a restless heart has set it
