Going to the station, ticket in my hand. Gonna see my lady, think she'll understand, my lord. . Walkin to the river, take my rocking chair. Let that feeling overtake me, drift away from here, my lord.
So leave your taxi waiting. And turn and close my door. And sit back down where you were sitting. A little closer than before. . And when you look that serious.
Oh, sweet sorrow. Let's write the book tomorrow. For I caught a glimpse. Been obsessed with it ever since. . My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity.