Don't come to me with your sorrows anymore. I don't need to know. How bad you're feeling today. I declare I've had my share. And I've heard it all before.
Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game. But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams. Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon.
Hand me down my golden crown and let me ride. Don't deny the highway in my soul. Jump and sing that silver thing that I feel inside. Hallelujah let that big wheel roll.