By three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home. .
Some people say you got a psychadelic presence, shinin in the park with a bioluminescense, down these city streets I see you comin from afar and I know in this world ain't nobody's got the shine like you got to shine in this world ain't nobody's got the shine like you got to shine in this world.