by Jimmy Webb. . Put the top down on this old Mustang. Buy us a bottle of wine. Head up north to see the old gang. I want to see some friends of mine.
Now I'm in your basement. I'm laying low to keep out of your way. I hear your footsteps. Move the floorboards above my head. . I have my own routine now.
Many a month has come and gone. Since I've wandered from my home. In those Oklahoma hills where I was born. Many a page of my life has turned. Many lessons I have learned.
I wanna live again, I wanna start everything over again. I wanna get this right I'll meet you in another life. Over again, I'm coming back around again.
Can i just be something. Somewhere in your room. But you wont notice. Maybe ill be paper. Or books thrown on your floor. Move me when you want to. I'll lay where you put me.
Oh, in the morning. Feel like the sun. Coming up on daytime. Shine on every one. . Coming up on darkness. Warm me in your arms. Let me know another lonely night.
I'll find a cave for you. For you to run to. Nothing can break through stone. You'll sleep through winter. . You'll never feel the cold. Years will be all warm.
Mom's just a throw-back to the sixties generation. All that junk like peace and love is just an aggravation. Ain't got no use for transcendental meditation.
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.