words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . I remember when I met you. Underneath the evening sky. Now it seems I could forget you. Rescue me, I'm bound to die.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . If all the doors were closed in heaven. Where would all the angels go. Would they just fly around forever. Or would they come down here below.
Days are short and I ain't down. The sun is on the hill. Looking in my suitcase for a friend. . The door was opened wide. You know I lost a little pride.
It's the tenth of January and I still ain't had no sleep. She comes waItzing in the nighttime made of wings. She is dressed up like a bandit with a hundred sparkling rings.