Through early morning fog I see. visions of the things to be. the pains that are withheld for me. I realize and I can see.... . [REFRAIN]. . That suicide is painless.
I don't know much about love. How it cures and frees the soul. Makes you whole and all that other stuff. But I was kissed by lady luck. And I know that I'm stuck on you.
Strolling down the highway. I'm gonna get there my way. Just keep on down-a-walking. You hear my guitar, rocking. Well I stroll on down. On down the highway.
Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams. So far away, so long ago it seems. The memory comes of a distant beach. Pale sand stretching far from reach.
Saturday sun came early one morning. In a sky so clear and blue. Saturday sun came without warning. So no-one knew what to do. . Saturday sun brought people and faces.
As he sat down upon the train. Silence settled in his brain. He reached out his hand. And touched her hair. He struggled with the. Same old though. Should he tell her.
You can say the sun is shining if you really want to. I can see the moon and it seems so clear. . You can take the road that takes you to the stars now.
Betty came by on her way. Said she had a word to say. About things today. And fallen leaves.. . Said she hadn't heard the news. Hadn't had the time to choose.
And now you know my name. But I don't feel the same. But I ain't gonna blame. The rider on the wheel. . And I know my song is new. I know it's new for you.
I got my plans. From trembling hands. I knew just what to do. Follow each step carefully. And hope they pulled me through. My father ran. To different lands.
Thoughts of rain at sunset. Clouds of rainbow blue. Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes. Where the seabirds flew. . This was our season and we said, it couldn't end.
Never sing for my supper. I never help my neighbor. Never do what is proper. For my fair share of labor.. . I'm a poor boy. And I'm a rover. Count your coins and.
When I was young, younger than before. I never saw the truth hanging from the door. And now I'm older, see it face to face. And now I'm older, gotta get up clean the place.
I saw it written and I saw it say. Pink moon is on its way. And none of you stand so tall. Pink moon gonna get you all. . It's a pink moon, yeah, pink moon.
I was walking thru the forest. One cold and dreary morn. My heart sick with jealousy. And memories I need no more. No I could never kill a man. But I would do him harm.
Lifting the mask from a local clown. Feeling down like him. Seeing the light in a station bar. And traveling far in sin. . Sailing downstairs to the northern line.
Seems the time is near for finding a place outside. Seems the time is here for holding the window wide. So I'm going to try. To open up one eye. But if the world is too wide.
I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook. A real live lover, could have been a book.. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock.
I never felt magic crazy as this. I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea. I never held emotion in the palm of my hand. Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree.
Yes, mama - yes, girl. Hear me calling you. So sweet, so sweet. My sugar`s so sweet. . My baby don't you go. Aint seen my little sugar come home. So sweet, so sweet.