I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul. Where I'll end up, well I think only God really knows. I've sat upon the setting sun.... But never, never, never, never.
I know I think a lot. But somehow it just doesn't help. It only makes it worse. . The more I think. The more I know. The more it hurts. . With only solitude to meet me like a friend.
If I make a mark in time, I can't say the mark is mine.. I'm only the underline of the Word.. Yes, I'm like him, just like you, I can't tell you what to do..
Trouble. Oh trouble set me free. I have seen your face. And it's too much too much for me. . Trouble. Oh trouble can't you see. You're eating my heart away.
He sleeps alone in the damp. And rests his head upon a door. The only bed he knows is the floor,. . The tramp. Turned up collar and worn out shoes. He doesn't care 'cause he hasn't got nothing to lose.
The view from the top can be oh so very lonely. And you can be missing such a lot that could be yours. . Why can't I stop forgetting myself?. Why am I always trying to be like somebody else.
Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree. An apple tree,. . Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree. And the man who owned it wanted it to be picked.
Silent sunlight, welcome in. There is work I must now begin. All my dreams have blown away. And the children want to play. They'll soon remember things to do.
Remember the days of the old schoolyard. We used to laugh a lot, oh don't you. Remember the days of the old schoolyard. When we had imaginings and we had.
Well I left my happy home. To see what I could find out. I left my folk and friends. With the aim to clear my mind out. . Well I hit the rowdy road. And many kinds I met there.
New York poor New York. New York poor New York. . Cars choking your child to death. But you don't want to see. Cause you only think about yourself. How blind can you be.
There is a wind, my Billy, and it's awful strong. Come for you, and anyone who's helped you along.. . But I want to live, live, live and let the stars shine bright.
Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow, moon shadow, moonshadow---. Leapin and hoppin' on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow---. . And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land,.
Lovely city, when do you laugh?. Stoney people, what do you have?. . Well, you ride around on a bright shiny cloud. And you think that you've found true happiness.
I sit beside the dark. Beneath the mire. Cold gray dusty day. The morning lake. Drinks up the sky. . Katmandu I'll soon be seeing you. And your strange bewildering time.
I built my house from barley rice. Green pepper walls and water ice. Tables of paper wood, windows of light. And everything emptying into white.. . A simple garden, with acres of sky.
You left me wearing nothing but a shell. You left me wearing nothing but a shell. This feeling you've left me,. Is the image of hell. . I thought that you loved me.
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out. And if you want to be free, be free. 'Cause there's a million things to be. You know that there are. . And if you want to live high, live high.
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out. And if you want to be free, be free. 'Cause there's a million things to be. You know that there are. . And if you want to live high, live high.
The night was long and lonely. Everything inside was warm and tranquil, hey. I took a walk along the dark. Deserted stones of some old chapel, ahh. . Didn't know quite what to do.