The saddest words Of tongue or pen Are these four words It might have been We had big dreams We made big plans How could they slip Right through our
new I've thought of everything from A to Z Oh, oh, lonesome me I'll bet she's not like me She's out and fancy free Flirting with the boys with all her
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming We're finally on our own This summer I hear the drumming Four dead in Ohio Gotta get down to it Soldiers are gunning
Who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung And taking my gypsy before
the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed I went insane, Like a smoke ring day When the wind blows Now I won't be back till later on If I do
When the dream came i held my breath with my eyes closed i went insane like a smokering day when the wind blows now i wont be back 'til later on if i
When you were young and on your own How did it feel to be alone? I was always thinking of games that I was playing Trying to make the best of my time
ground I've always played around But now I don't know how. Listen easy because I'm saying What I mean this time Sharing words I always said were mine I
Out of my mind And I just can't take it anymore Left behind By myself and what I'm living for All I hear are
Round and round and round we spin, To weave a wall to hem us in, It won't be long, it won't be long How slow and slow and slow it goes, To mend the tear
please help me, I'm livin' by myself. I need someone to comfort me, I need someone to tell. I'm sorry for the things I've done, I've shamed myself with
me I'll know it's because You want to be free Oh, oh, run around babe, Oh, oh, run around babe. When we were young We left our worries behind When we were young
Through these eyes before Now I don't believe it I think I'll take it Or leave it. All I need Is your sweet sweet loving Fill my life with happiness All I
bring it up again? Will I blow my cat? Misplaced tinselface, weekend pretend, Am I on your track? I would love to live close to you, Could I bring
hard to make arrangements with yourself When you're old enough to repay But young enough to sell? Tell me lies later, come and see me I'll be around
I guess I'll go back to my place And occupy a little space John Doe, Oh no, don't pity me babe I know I'm alright O yeah, I'm alright. The streets are
Don't call pretty Peggy She can't hear you no more Don't leave no message 'Round her back door They say the old laughing lady Been here before She don
Just put your blue jeans on Grab your guitar and write a song Don't think I'm kidding you The rent is always due. She rides a broom With gold-plated