And my mother is standing beside me. As I'm packing my bags in the car. She says, "Please, boy, no more fighting. Oh, it's only gonna do you harm". . But I can't help it, I don't know how.
I found these days the things you say are so frustrating. Always asking where we're going. Release the handle bars, the wheels will start to roll. Who knows just what we'll find.
See those birds going across the sky. Three thousand miles they fly. How do they know which way to go?. Somehow they always seem to know. They say there's mother nature in everything we see.
See those birds going across the sky. Three thousand miles they fly. How do they know which way to go?. Somehow they always seem to know. They say there's mother nature in everything we see.