I've still got a lot to learn. But, at least I know where I can turn. When I'm in my times of need. Just as long. (As I know all things are possible).
Headin' for the station with a pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of my hack. I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack. And hear the lonesome whistle see the smoke from the stack to pal around.
"Morning, Marshall.". "Morning, doc.". "So we're discharging you today, how are you feeling?". "Anxious.". "Anxiety?". "Well, anxious to get home, anxious to get back into the world. Nervous.".
The world is a party (x4). As I watch the world as it keeps spinning round. And try to figure out what's going down. With so much joy and love in demand.
Listen to the melody entrancing. Blending in a soft and sweet refrain. As around the floor, dear, we are dancing. Swaying to a fascinating strain. . Sweet music soft and mellow.
Heading for the station with a pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack. I love to hear the rhythm of the clickity-clack. And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack.
Headed for the station with a pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack. I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack. . And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack.
Heading for the station with a pack on my back. Tired of transportation in the back of a hack. I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack. And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack.
Carolina. Gave me Dinah;. I'm the proudest one. Beneath the Dixie sun.. . News is spreadin'. 'Bout our weddin';. I hear church bells ringin',. Here's the song my heart keeps singin':.