Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

People outside my window goin’ everywhere,
people that are happy, people without a care.

We all got to be loved,
it’s a nat'ral thing don’t ya' know.
The sooner we find what we need,
gonna be feeling it, happy to show.

I’m gonna change my method, get me a big ham bone,
gonna make all the leaders of the country
get it together and bring it on home.

We all got to be loved,
it’s a nat'ral thing don’t ya' know.
The sooner we find what we need,
gonna be feeling it, happy to show.

Those men in the circus, those men on the wire,
their feet hangin’ fifty feet up
know their countin’ on their daily luck
to bring them through the fire.

We all got to be loved,
it’s a nat'ral thing don’t ya' know.
The sooner we find what we need,
gonna be feeling it, happy to show.

Those men in the circus, those men on the wire,
their feet hangin’ fifty feet up
know their countin’ on their daily luck
to bring them through the fire.

Oo, my, my, my, my, my, my, yeah.
Oo, my, my, my, baby, my, my, baby.
Oo, oo, baby, baby, baby.
 

 
Tiran Porter’s flowing bass lines were both tough and clean...

Silvio Dobri
The Tribune (Winnepeg?)
10-28-76

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Down around the corner a half a mile from here,
you see them old trains runnin'
and you watch them disappear.

Without love, where would you be now, without love?

You know I saw Miss Lucy down along the tracks;
she lost her home and her family
and she won’t be comin’ back.

Without love, where would you be now, without love?

Well, the Illinois Central
and the Southern Central Freight,
gotta keep on pushin’, Mama,
‘cause you know they’re runnin’ late.

Without love, where would you be now, without love?

Well, the Illinois Central
and the Southern Central Freight,
gotta keep on pushin’, Mama,
‘cause you know they’re runnin’ late.

Without love, where would you be now, without love?

Where pistons keep on churnin’
and the wheels go ‘round and ‘round,
and the steel rails are cold and hard
from the miles that they go down.

Without love, where would ya be right now,
without love, where would you be now?

Vocal ad lib:
Got to get it, baby, baby, won’t you move it down?
Won’t you move it down?
Baby, baby, baby, baby, won’t you move it down?
When the big train run
And the train is movin’ on
I got to keep on movin’,
Keep on movin’,
Keep on movin’,
Gonna keep on movin’.

Words And Music by
Tom Johnston

When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town
down around San Antone
and the folks are risin’ for another day
‘round about their homes.
The people of the town are strange
and they’re proud of where they came.

Well, you’re talkin’ ‘bout China Grove, wo, oh, oh,
oh, China Grove.

Well, the preacher and the teacher,
Lord, they’re a caution, they are the talk of the town.
When the gossip gets to flyin’ and they ain’t lyin’;
when the sun goes fallin’ down.
They say that the father’s insane
and dear Missus Perkin’s a game.

We're talkin’ ‘bout the China Grove, wo, oh, oh,
oh, China Grove.

But ev’ryday there’s a new thing comin’,
the ways of an oriental view.
The sheriff and his buddies
with their samurai swords,
you can even hear the music at night.
And though it’s part of the Lone Star State
people don’t seem to care,
they just keep on  lookin’ to the East.

Talkin' 'bout the China Grove, oh, China Grove.

Words And Music By
Tom Johnston

I think back to the time when I first saw your face,
you were walkin' across the delta
to your cold and lonely place.
You know, I took you for a small girl,
really not quite seventeen,
oh,  Lord but I was wrong, oh, so wrong,
you're like a woman I've never seen.

Dark eyed Cajun woman, where are you comin' from?
Your soul is in the backwoods,
they say you never had a home.
But I'm gonna know you better
if it takes all night and day,
dark eyed Cajun woman,
you'll never get a - way, no, no.
Never get away.

Now the evenin' breeze is blowin',
I hear your voice most everywhere.
Your cold, black eyes,
they are dancin' in the starlight,
warmin' the cold night air.
It's so beautiful, you know I have to say,
dark eyed Cajun woman, you'll never get away.
Never get away.

Now the evenin' breeze is blowin',
I hear your voice most everywhere.
Your cold, black eyes, they are dancin' in the starlight,
warmin' the cold night air.
It's so beautiful, you know I gotta to say,
dark eyed Cajun woman, you'll never get away.
Never get away.

Words and Musc by
Patrick Simmons

Playin' easy somewhere, shade across my mind,
thoughts that pass I cannot catch,
I reach for you and find that I have learned how,
not to get burned now.
Wind in the tree blows, even the sea knows
that I have learned how.
Think I can see now lookin' through dreams
it's not what it seems.

They handed me the bottle
and said drink it till it's gone,
But now that it's half empty I'm not sure I can go on.
Thought I had learned how not to get burned now.
Wind in the tree blows, even the sea knows
that I have learned how.
Think I can see now lookin' through dreams.

I keep rollin', I keep rollin',
I keep rollin' and I can't stop,
rollin' and I can't stop.
It's drivin' me out of my mind.
To the truck stop, to the plane hop,
to the boat dock and I'm so close,
boat dock and I'm so close,
give me a little more time.

Spin me around, turn my life down,
take me down slow, don't let me go.
Spin me around, turn my life down,
take me down slow, don't let me go.

Gonna quit you, gonna quit you,
gonna quit you, pretty mama.
Quit you, hey mama.
You know that I ain't got time.
Get behind me, get behind me,
get behind me, now bad times.
Oh, bad times,
there's nothin' in there you can hide.

Spin me around, turn my life down,
take me down slow, don't let me go.
Spin me around, turn my life down,
take me down slow...

Words and Music by
The Doobie Brothers

I get a feelin', lost without you baby,
livin' alone is drivin' me crazy.
Don't you know, I've got nowhere to go?
You should be the one that's cryin',
you got everything you need.

Back in the days when love was so easy.
I was fancy free and laughin' with no reason.
Things have changed,
your touch has grown strange.
I can't help myself I know that,
you have left me dyin' here.

Baby, baby, I can't live without you.
Baby, baby, I can't live without you, no more
Baby, baby, I can't live without you,
I feel you know it, huh

Oh, baby, now.  I'm lost without my baby.
Oh, baby, baby, babe don't you hear right now?
Ooooh...

Ad lib:
Be true to me now, please be true to your lover, baby.
Hey, now prove it to me right now, baby.
Can't you lie, won't you lie,
won't you lie with me, your lover, baby?

Dan Faherty
Unknown
Unknown date (late ‘70’s)

Words and Music by
Pat Simmons

Up all night I could not sleep,
the whiskey that I drank was cheap,
with shakin' hands
I went and I lit up my last cigarette.
Well, the sun came, night had fled,
and sleepy-eyed I reached my bed,
I saw you sleepy dreamin'
there all covered and warm.

South city midnight lady, I'm much obliged indeed,
you sure have saved this man
whose soul was in need.
I thought there was no reason
for all these things I do,
but the smile that I sent out returned with you.

When day has left the night behind,
and shadows roll across my mind,
I sometimes find myself alone out walking the street.
Yes and when I'm feelin' down and blue,
then all I do is think of you,
and all my foolish problems seem to fade away

South city midnight lady, I'm much obliged indeed,
you sure have saved this man
whose soul was in need.
I thought there was no reason
for all these things I do,
but the smile that I sent out returned with you.

South city midnight lady, I'm much obliged indeed,
you sure have saved this man
whose soul was in need.
I thought there was no reason
for all these things I do,
hey, but the smile that I sent out
returned with you.
 
 

Words and Music by
The Doobie Brothers

Well, the lights turnin' gray nearly everyday
come a-walkin' into town and try to find the way.
Well, I've only got a nickel, got to score myself a dime
and try to make it till tomorrow; buy a little for a time.

Evil woman, evil woman, evil woman.

Well, my damsel she's a woman with coal black hair,
don't you look her in her eye when she starts to stare,
'cause her beauty drive you crazy
and her potions steal your soul,
no matter how you beg her, she don't ever let you go. 

Well, you can cry, you can plead,
it won't help you none.
She'll keep you in the shadows, never see the sun.
Try to run, try to hide, find a place to stay,
no matter where you go you can't get away.

Evil woman, evil woman, evil woman.

For evil woman, set my life free,
I can't go on livin' this way, no,
evil woman, set my life free.
Pullin' me down, down I can't go on this way,
down, down my head will go against the floor again
Down, down I can't go on this way,
down, down my head will go again.
Down, down I can't go on this way,
down, down my head will go again.
Down, down I can't go on this way,
down, down my head will go again.
Down, down I can't go on this way,
down, down my head will go again.
Down, down I can't go on this way,
down, down, down.

Well, the lights turnin' gray, nearly everyday
come a-walkin' into town, try to find my way.
I said I only got a nickel, got to score myself a dime,
try to make it till tomorrow; buy a little more time.

Well, my damsel she's a woman with coal black hair,
don't you look her in her eye when she starts to stare
'cause her beauty drive you crazy
and her potions steal your soul,
no matter how you beg her, she don't ever let you go.

Evil woman, evil woman, evil woman.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

People rushin' everywhere,
if they'd only slow down once,
they might find something there,
green leaves and timber land,
people workin' with their hands, 
for sure, a diff'rent way to live.
Gonna keep my cabin at hand,
Retreat and live off the land, all around, Ukiah.

The mountain streams that rush on by,
Show the fish a-jumpin' and reflect the open sky.
The fresh clean smell of the pines,
symbol of unchanging times, all around this sacred land.
Strangely, though, I've found my way, 
right here I'm a-gonna stay, in this land, Ukiah, wo.

The fresh clean smell of the pines,
symbol of unchanging times,
all around this sacred land.
Strangely, though, I've found my way,
right here I'm a-gonna stay, in this land, Ukiah, wo.

Ooh, Ukiah, ooh, Ukiah,
Ooh, Ukiah, ooh, Ukiah...
 
 

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Deep as a river wide, as the sea,
changin' the ways of a captain and me. 
I could be happy, Lord, so then should he
if all of the universe unveiled itself me.

So then a day flows into night,
down the street the beggar man who finds himself in wine.
If I am a good man, and sure in all my ways,
the captain of a starship that's homeward bound today.

Growin', growin', changin' ev 'ry day,
knowin', showin' all my worldly ways.
Hear the chimes, hear how they ring ,
Marking time all through the day.

A whisper, an answer, a cry in the night,
break down, turn around, a feeling of fright.
The Indian, the Black Man, the Asian who see,
a door that is opening and they're goin' to be free.

Growin', growin', changin' ev 'ry day,
knowin', showin' all my worldly ways.
Hear the chimes, hear how they ring ,
marking time all through the day.

We are all acceptable, we are all a place in time
Moving through a passageway,
bringing forth the end of time.

Growin', growin', changin' ev 'ry day,
well, I'm changin', I'm changin' ev 'y day,
knowin', showin' all my worldly ways,
oh, baby, all my worldly ways.
Hear the chimes, hear how they ring ,
marking time all through the day.
Light the fire, start the day, 
mark the light that shows the way;
Changing times of fortunes past,
We will all be free at last.

We are the people of  the 'round about,
we are the sails upon the sea.
We're gonna be there when ev-'rybody laughs about
the way that we are changin, you and me.

We are the people of  the 'round about,
we are the sails upon the sea.
We're gonna be there when ev-'rybody laughs about
the way that we are changin, you and me.

We are the people of  the 'round about, we are the sails upon the sea.

Do do_do do_do do_do do_do do,
do do_do do_do do_do do_do.

Do do_do do_do do_do do_do do,
do do_do do_do do_do do_do.

1.  Song To See You Through
2.  Spirit
3.  Pursuit On 53rd Street
4.  Black Water
5.  Eyes Of Silver
6.  Road Angel
7.  You Just Can't Stop It
8.  Tell Me What You Want
(And I'll Give You What You Need)
9.  Down In The Track
10.  Another Park,
Another Sunday
11.  Daughters Of The Sea
12.  Flying Cloud

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Sometimes I can't see past a day,
I know I'm growin' tired and I feel it, yeah.
And the song that I sing when the notes begin to ring,
it's hard for my head to get into the melody, yeah.

Day to day, I tell you, day by day,
I see faces all around me.
When they start to smile, I just stop for a while
and I say baby, let me love you.

A small town store with and old wooden floor,
The old man inside sellin' dried goods
has a smile on his face, don't you know that's hard to replace,
I bet he's gonna live to be a hundred, yeah.

Day to day, I tell you, day by day,
I see faces all around me.
When they start to smile I just stop for a while
and I say baby, let me love you.

Summer is hot, and the winter is cold,
people all doin' just what they're told.
It's too bad, it's too sad.
Thinkin' for yourself is a hard thing to do;
well, don't you know they're depending on you
to see them through, yeah, to see them through?
It's the only thing you can do,
you know you got to see them through.

Day to day, I tell ya, day by day
I'm seein' faces all around me.
When you start to smile, I just stop for a while.
And I say baby, let me know you.

Shinin' my light like a candle so bright,
show me the way to my future, yeah.
With your hand on my face take me far from this place,
honey, I'll be the key to your heavenly door.

Hear me baby, calling to you now,
don't you know now, baby,
well, their countin' on you.
See me baby, reachin' for you, for you,
reachin' out for you, baby,
don't you see me reachin' out for you?

Hear me baby. Hear me callin' to you,
don't you know now, baby,
that they're countin' on you
to see them through.

Hear me baby, oh, hear me baby, but you,
don't you see me reachin' for you,
all night long I need you baby.

Hear me baby, oh, can't you hear me,
callin' out to your name.
See me baby, reachin' out for you, reachin' out for you,
gotta get to you, near you mama.

Hear me baby, callin' your name,
Don't you know that I'm countin' on you
to see me through, yeah.

Hear me baby, callin' to you, now, now,
Hear me baby, baby, I'm countin' on you to see me through, now.

Reachin' for you, ah, reachin' for you, baby,
Got to reach out for you now,
'cause you got to see your baby though.

Hear me baby.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Freedom don't come easy, babe,
when your spirit's flyin' up among the clouds;
and when you're faced with the wise man's road
you gotta know where to go.

Sun and the stars
are a trave'lin' man's companion,
leading the way for his journey,
east and west wherever you go, mm.

Leadin' the way, the first to come,
showin' the way for his children.
Now it's up to you, 
do you know you're pullin, through?
Man, it's not easy and you know it.

Children in happy place,
they're always smiling;
showin' all their love with no deception,
treatin' each other like brothers and sisters do, yeah.

Children in a real good place, 
they're always tryin';
jumpin' and playin' in the middle of the afternoon,
just havin' a ball; don't worry at all, yeah

Leadin' the way, the first to come,
showin' the way for his children.
Now it's up to you, 
do you know you're pullin, through?
Man, it's not easy and you know it.

Children in happy place,
they're always smiling;
showin' all their love with no deception,
treatin' each other like brothers and sisters do, yeah, yeah.

Children in a real good place, 
they're always tryin';
jumpin' and playin' in the middle of the afternoon,
just havin' a ball; don't worry at all, yeah.

Pursuit On 53rd Street

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

On a cross-town bus in the city,
I spied a lady all dressed in black.
High heeled shoes and her dress cut loose,
her front was saggin' out on the rack.

I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck.
I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck.

Driver, won't you stop this carzy machine
and let my feet out and touch the ground.
Got to lay me a line on the lady
before she walks down the street too far.

I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck.
I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck.

I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck.
I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck.
I know she'll be so good.

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin';
ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name.
Catfish are jumpin', that paddle wheel thumpin',
black water keeps rollin' on past just the same.

Old black water, keep on rollin',
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Old black water keep on rollin',
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? 
Old black water, keep on rollin',
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light,
gonna make ev'rything, pretty mama,
gonna make ev'rything alright.
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all.

Well, if it rains, I don't care, don't make no difference to me;
just take that street car that's goin' up  town.
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
and dance a honky tonk,
and I'll be buyin' ev'rybody drinks all 'roun'.

Old black water, keep on rollin',
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Old black water keep on rollin',
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? 
Old black water, keep on rollin',
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light,
gonna make ev'rything, pretty mama,
gonna make ev'rything alright.
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all.

I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland,
pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand.
Take me by the hand, pretty mama,
come and dance with your daddy all night long.
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland,
pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand.
I want to honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk,
with you all night long.

I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland,
pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand. (C'mon, baby, c'mon, ba - be.)
Take me by the hand, pretty mama,
come and dance with your daddy all night long.
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland,
pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand.
I want to honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk,
with you all night long.
 

I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland,
pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand.
(Can you feel it?, can you feel it?.)
Take me by the hand, pretty mama,
come and dance with your daddy all night long.
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland,
pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand.
I want to honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk,
with you all night long.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Eyes of silver, hungry and aware;
eyes of silver, your mystic love I share.
'Cause I'm hungry, baby, for the love you give away;
kick out all that stupid pride that's standin' in my way.

Inside my lovin' eyes are open wide,
Eyes of silver, on which I shall rely.
Diamonds are forever,
and gold can make you lie,
but your eyes of silver, shine on, shine on.

Blades of steel have have helped a man to conquer all;
rubies by the hundreds fill the Taj Mahal.
Eyes of silver, you tell me what I need
to bring this cold and lonely man down to his bended knees.

Inside my lovin' arms are open wide,
for your eyes of silver, on which I shall rely.
Diamonds and gold make you lie, lie, lie,
but your eyes of silver, shine on, shine on.
Baby, baby, yeah, hear me baby,
shine on baby, with you eyes, babe, now.

Blades of steel have have helped a man to conquer all;
rubies by the hundreds, well they fill the Taj Mahal.
But your eyes of silver, you tell me what I need
to bring this cold and lonely man down to his bended knees.

Inside my lovin' arms are open wide,
for your eyes of silver, on which I shall rely.
Diamonds and gold make you lie, lie, lie,
but your eyes of silver, shine on, shine on.
Eyes of silver, baby, shine on, shine on, baby shining,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, shining.

Road Angel

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston, John Hartman,
Tiran Porter and Michael Hossack

I was ridin' down that highway,
silver Harley by my side,
when I thought I saw my lady.
She was headin' for the Berkeley hill,
pistol on her hip in case she needed a thrill.

I don't believe it, don't believe a word.
I don't believe it, don't believe a word.

I said, come on with me, baby,
don't you want to ride with me?
She put her hand into her bag now,
pulled out a half pint of red-eye sauce;
sneakin' 'round the corner drinkin' whiskey from a jar.

I don't believe it, don't believe a word.
I don't believe it, don't believe a word.

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Who's gonna make you feel just right,
when that music's playin'?
You gotta kick out the doors and turn out the light,
when that music's playin'.
When the thing cuts loose it's out-a hand,
you know you just can't stop it.
Can't sit in your chair, you got to stand,
you know you just can't stop it.

We can make it, we can shake it in a little while,
we can make it, down to the corner
where the nights goin' hog wild.
We can make it, we can shake it in a little while,
we can make it, down to the corner
where the nights goin' hog wild.
That's right.

Whole damn place keep blowin' high'r, yeah.
Guitar man sets the strings on fire.
Hey, now' it's 'bout the time to set things straight,
you know you just can't stop it.
So now its time to advocate,
you know you just can't stop it.

We can make it, we can shake it in a little while,
we can make it, down to the corner
where the nights goin' hog wild.
We can make it, we can shake it in a little while,
we can make it, down to the corner
where the nights goin' hog wild.

Who's gonna make you feel just right,
when that music's playin'? 
You gotta kick out the doors and turn out the light,
when that music's playin'.
When the thing cuts loose it's out-a hand, yeah,
you know you just can't stop it.
Can't sit in your chair, you got to stand,
you know you just can't stop it.

We can make it, we can shake it in a little while,
we can make it, down to the corner
where the nights goin' hog wild.
We can make it, we can shake it in a little while,
we can make it, down to the corner
where the nights goin' hog wild.

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Easy, time won't keep you waitin'
any longer than you waited in the past.
Cool and breezy, winds are blowin' sweetly
on the edges of the garden now at last.

Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Look into my eyes and you'll see me standin' there.

Feelin' happiness inside you now,
you always knew it was a state of mind.
You're just reelin', takin' in the thoughts around you;
ev'ryone's got secrets you must find.

Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Hey, look into my eyes and you'll see me standin' there.

Oo, it's so easy, cool and breezy,
what a feelin', it's got me reelin'.

Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Look into my eyes and you'll see me standin' there.

Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Tell me what you want, and I'll give you what you need.
Look into my eyes and you'll see me standin' there.

Repeat and fade.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

I've been workin' the whole day long,
on these railroad ties singin' a sad, sad song.
Down the track is a bad way to live,
the boss man's whip is all he's got to give.

And late at night in the twilight of the South,
they put you in a cell and let the bull dogs out;
the old cat down the way, well, he's singin' out the blues
'cause he's got no one back home.
"Oh", somebody sighed.

The next day comes
they send you back out on the track,
all that sweat be drippin' down and off your back.
Everybody's singin' a workin' man's song,
hopin' they don't have to feel the whip on their bone.

The water boy slowly makes his way around,
a bucket full of swamp water weighin' him down,
old Squeezer Walker just fell out on the ground,
and they're draggin' his body away.
Oh, my, my, my.

Well, there's talk around camp
that there's gonna be a fight,
old Razor Face and Willie Black,
the meanest dudes in sight;
one's got a razor and the other's got a knife,
but only one's gonna walk out alive.
Oh, baby, mama, get me outta here.
Can't stand no more.

This place is gonna be the death of me,
believe to my soul that I've gotta be free.
There's only one way that it's ever gonna be,
that's when the angels come and take me away.
Oh, now.  Yes, I  do believe.

Oh, baby, mama, get me outta here.
I just can't stand no more.

This place is gonna be the death of me,
believe to my soul that I've gotta be free.
There's only one way that it's ever gonna be,
that's when the angels come and take me away.
Oh, my, my, my.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window,
and I wonder where you've gone.
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn. 
Outside the wind is blowin'; it seems to call your name again.
Where have you gone?

City streets and lonely highways I travel down.
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down.
I'm just try'n' to find me a pretty smile that I can get into.
It's true, I'm lost without you.

Another lonely park, another Sunday;
why is it life turns out that way?
Just when you think you got a good thing,
it seems to slip away.

It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky,
but I need myself a place to go and hide.
I keep it to myself; I don't want nobody else
to see me cry'n' all those tears in my eyes.

Another lonely park, another Sunday;
why is it life turns out that way?
Just when you think you've got a good thing,
it seems to slip away.

Another park, another Sunday;
it's dark and empty thanks to you.
I got to get myself together, but it's hard to do.

Another lonely park, another Sunday;
why is it life turns out that way?
Just when you think you've got a good thing,
it seems to slip away.

Another park, another Sunday;
it's dark and empty thanks to you.
I got to get myself together, but it's hard to do____ yeah.

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Autumn breeze blowin' to the east,
shift of breeze upon a sea of peace.
Hear them call, can't you hear them sing?
Hear them call, how their voices ring.

Dizzy dancin' golden ladies,
misty eyes that cannot fool.
Silver shoreline waves come crashin'
to the end of all of you.

Like a spider weaving silken nets,
fingers move, swaying silhouettes.
Hear them call, can't you hear them sing?
Hear them call, how their voices ring.

Spinning, turning, moonlit madness,
'round the fire burning bright.
I can see it risin' higher, lightin' up the starry night.

Hear them call, can't you hear them sing?
Hear them call, how their voices ring.
Hear them call, can't you hear them sing?
Hear them call, how their voices ring.