Here we go again. Another round of blues. Several miles ago. I set down my angel shoes. . On a lost highway. For a better view. Now in my mind's eye. All roads lead to you.
Roger Wilco, it's okay. It's all yours, it's anything that you say, ooh. My company fell in, we were airborne again. The next thing we knew, you dropped like sticks in the wind, ooh.
I've been sleeping fair. Lately I could swear I'm thinking. Clearer and clearer. . And I've been working hard. Looking at my punch card. And my mirror, my mirror.