The sun just went behind a cloud again
Down crowded
Don't let your troubles make you cry
Don't waste a moment
(CHORUS)
Doraville, touch of country in the city
Doraville, it ain't
I picked up the paper this morning
And read all the
Imaginary lovers never turn you down
When all the others turn
When you walked into the room
There was voodoo in the
In the cool of the evening
When everything is gettin
Way back, once upon a time
All our clouds were number
Wow, isn't the music strange?
It's over-arranged
But so untogether
Guess that's
Paper bags
In sweaty hands
Shooing flies away
Reflections on a porch
Are shelter
In the dawning of the social revolution
In an age when