We pass by the old willow tree
I'd be so happy to know that you're alive
Out of the car long hair
Everywhere the cement's growing
It's not the way that you say adieu
You're refreshing as a morning rain
Chase all the clouds from the sky
I wanna get to know you
Think I'm gonna have a son
You may be a symphony
Back stage passes to the biggest show in town
Just sip that wine have a really good time
She gave me her freedom and I let her run
Teach our children virtue then sendem off to war
Turn around, there's Uncle Sam
Blindness binds us together in the foster skies
This boy with the lazy soul
