Flood tide below me. With the sun in my eyes. And I reach for the feeling. That the world is my prize. . And I'm crossing Brooklyn ferry. With the clouds to my West.
"I dreamed about Ray Charles last night and he could see just fine. . I dreamed about Ray Charles last night. And he could see just fine, you know. I asked him for a lullaby. He said,.
Sit down on the corner, just a little climb. When I make my money, got to get my dime. Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash. She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash.