I took a trip out of town
A hundred years
I??m a little lost let me find my way
Been living
Holy light visionary sight there's been a
change in plans
Going away
After the music ended there was
nowhere to go but down
Faces
I am waiting, I am waiting, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
I
Every day now how the time has flown
Every day now
Fathers and mothers all those years ago
Did you ever did
Reading the paper saw a review
Said I was a visionary,
In the late of the evening
With the cold in my
Oh you and I we sure can dream
Of conversations that
Little children out in the rain
Slipping and sliding covered in
We huddled in the derelict building
The gypsy girl and I
We
I hear your heart
as you pass through
I know the
Afraid to move
Afraid to lose
A piece of faith
A piece of
The night brings the stranger,
The jungle cries for more.
The natives
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