(Robert Wachtel) Maybe he's right Maybe I'm wrong Maybe what I'm saying is the way it should be Nobody knows when the truth goes by But everyone tells
(Traditional, arranged by Linda Ronstadt) I ride an old paint I lead an old dam I'm going to Montana To throw a houlihan They feed in the coolies They
(Warren Zevon) Well I lay my head on the railroad track Waiting on the Double E But the train don't run by here no more Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor
laugh at you and call you green They'll say your words are stupid And your plans are only schemes Truth is simple But seldom ever seen Let nothing come between Simple man, simple dream
And another I need Both men have helped make the sad life I lead Sorrow lives here in my heart It haunts me when I sleep I can't keep the thought of you from my dreams
(Mick Jagger and Keith Richard) People try to rape me Always think I'm crazy Make me burn the candle right down Baby I can't stay I don't need your
ground Everything seems unreal now When you're not around Day dream Why do you haunt me so? Deep in a rosy glow The face of my love you show Day dream
I've been down but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more All, all that you dream Comes through shining silver lining clouds
gone life will go on Like an old song we have sung When I grow too old to dream I'll have you to remember When I grow too old to dream Your love will
in the sky While I moon around, feeling hazy Day dream, don't break my reverie Until I find that he Is daydreaming just like me Linda Ronstadt- vocals
(Paul Barrere and Bill Payne) I've been down but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more All, all that you dream Comes through
go on Like an old song we have sung When I grow too old to dream I'll have you to remember When I grow too old to dream Your love will live in my heart
can see her slowly walking Through the empty streets of morning Who she's with I cannot tell His face fades with the others In the endless spell of dreams
on Like an old song we have sung When I grow too old to dream I'll have you to remember When I grow too old to dream Your love will live in my heart
: (Paul Barrere and Bill Payne) I've been down but not like this before Can't be 'round this kind of show no more All, all that you dream Comes through
see her slowly walking Through the empty streets of morning Who she's with I cannot tell His face fades with the others In the endless spell of dreams