Bringing me down. I'm running aground. Blind in the light of the interstate cars. Passing me by. The buses and semis. Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars.
Seems like I've been here before,. Fuzzy then and still so obscure, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.. And I don't want to see anybody cry,. Meet me some mornin' in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by..