A lovely and old fashioned bodega. From the sea-sides, the mountains pouring down. [Foreign Content]. Through the old fashioned, soul passion town. . When love fills the air and he asks me.
The New York Times invents the news. I did not see where they were goin'. Behind the dyin' afternoon. I follow restlessly devoted. . Tell me your mind.
Bluebird. Bring back my happiness. And see me through. This clouded hour. . Bluebird. On wings of loveliness. Carry me to a field. In flower. . Thunder.
Come on, come on, let's try and make it. You tell yourself, this time for sure. But I would rather sit and crave it. I'm not wanted anymore. . I had a kind of friend in you.