I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along. I live on former glory, so long ago and gone. I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor and the couch.
Big star, she rise, she warn. Mamma, it ain't long before the day. Red rooster, he crow, he want. Blue moon on the wane. . Old black snake, he crawlin', slip slidin'.
Last night as I was laying down and thinking. I was wondering about the road that lies ahead. In my mind I heard the wisdom of the Master. Hey Robert those dreams are only in your head.
Speak to me - tell me a dream. Why don't you let me know. It's only a key - I'm locking it up. I think its got to go. . And when I think about it now.
The Father, son and the Holy Ghost. Took the last train to the coast. They were moving fast, they were raising sand. And they were running wild in the Promised Land.
Another tribe.another brother. Torn between his lover and the gun. Another god.another mother. Weeps to justify the damage done. I wonder through the lies and dirt.
Here. . Badim, badim, badim. . I'm going down to the station. With my suitcase all in my hand. I'm going away, away to leave you. In some far off distant land.