A lovely and old fashioned bodega. From the sea-sides, the mountains pouring down. [Foreign Content]. Through the old fashioned, soul passion town. . When love fills the air and he asks me.
The New York Times invents the news. I did not see where they were goin'. Behind the dyin' afternoon. I follow restlessly devoted. . Tell me your mind.
Bluebird. Bring back my happiness. And see me through. This clouded hour. . Bluebird. On wings of loveliness. Carry me to a field. In flower. . Thunder.
Now the not alone, you're on your own. Welcome home. Follow through the street, now here's the heat. Welcome back home. . Whipping wind upon your face.
As you're walkin' down the street. Might wanna skip the beat, think it over. Walkin' to the corner store. But it ain't there no more. . If you want a loaf of bread.
Turn off all the lights, cannot stand the sunrise. Turn off all the lights, turn away my little honey pie. Give me back my sweet change, give me back my time.
Come on, come on, let's try and make it. You tell yourself, this time for sure. But I would rather sit and crave it. I'm not wanted anymore. . I had a kind of friend in you.