I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make
Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine
Bounces with me on my
Sunday morning, got the hazy, hazy janes
I turn to you
Sitting beside you in school
While we'd paint I'd make you
My hopes are high
But my eyes can't believe what they
Keep rolling, rolling
Steady from the bay
And I'll be back to
Darlin', frustration it gets me
It gets me when it hurts
Oh, one, one, two, three, four
Oh, I've got a sheet
Oh, if you love the life you live, then you'll
All the people wanna try you girl,
And I hope you
Was it love or recognition
That has healed this man's condition?
Oh,
Oh, worries are about and heavy on his gut
He feels