Now I'm just spacing out again. If I try hard enough, I'll pretend. That I'm flying above some trees. And they're smiling and waving at me. . With the clouds on my back, I can see.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . Looked into your eyes this morning. You were far away. You must have known I was looking for you. You knew you couldn't stay.
Hello again, the mornin' dawn has burned away the midnight mist. Now and then I feel so fine. And now and then I don't feel lonely. Now and then and only in my mind.
words and music by James Rider. . Just me and a friend roamin' around. Him a magician and I was a clown. Playin' the streets for a dollar a day. Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way.
My love, you're like the wind on the run. I never know where you are coming from. I wasn't easily won. . My love I saw you first long ago. I didn't think then, now I know.
Words and Music by Arlo Guthrie. . I remember now the time you left. You thought to say farewell. But for how long you would be gone. There was no way to tell.
My Creole belle, I loved her well. My darlin' baby, my Creole belle. . When the stars do shine, I'll call her mine. My darlin' baby, my Creole belle. .
I don't want a pickle. Just want to ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want a tickle. 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want to die.
Beneath this balcony of stars. Beyond the searchlight stage where we've become. The stuff of time amid the waves. Whose nets are cast along the shore when day is done.
I'm growing tired of the big city lights. Tired of the glamor, tired of the sights. In all my dreams, I am roaming once more. Back to my home on the old river shore.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . Loving in golden temples, my love. Is flowing on heavenly seas. The silent commands and heard throughout the lands.
Me and my goose. Me and my pal. We had some very good times. Me and my goose his name was Al. And he cost only a dime. . Over meadows we'd stray. Playing all day.
Like a dream in the night. As the snow settles white. There's a fire burning bright. In Massachusetts. . And there's a house upon a hill. That keeps us from the chill.
words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay. . Some times when the sun goes down. And I'm lost in some other town. My thoughts may drift away. To Manzanillo Bay.
There's sometimes I don't believe in nothing. Sometimes I do. That's why it hurts to believe in you. Though I know that pain and sorrow. Ain't nothing new.
I got a feelin' called the blues. Lawd, since my baby said goodbye. Lawd, I don't know what I'll do. All I do is sit and sigh. . Lawd that last long day, she said goodbye.
Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn. It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern. We'll be gone before the dawn returns.
Coming down the highway, running like a wind. Gonna beat the sunset to the coast and back again. Moving through the shadows, almost going blind. Living like a legend before my time.
I can still feel you there. Are we tangled in time somewhere. And it's been a while since you've been round here. Since you locked me in some devastated stare.
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago. Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago. U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California.