Right or wrong. I'll always love you. Though you're gone. I can't forget. Right or wrong. I'll keep on dreaming. Though I wake with. That same old regret.
Everyone take your places. We're fuckin' it up, going crazy. Another town, which way to roll and you know that we're takin' it. (C'mon). . Stoned baby, loves to go ridin'.
You know I 'm not one to crawl in a shell. But it was one of those days I wasn't sure of myself. It was nothing too serious just a curious mood. This old world seems so wrong, but then right on cue.
Let it sing, let it cry and you roll out the carpets. No such thing, you mustn't pry. I'll hail to another confession. And it's losing me. . Where have all the merrymakers gone?.