The season has come
When nothing gets done
Save copycat
A crooked road on a country mile
The widow walks
Fair young maiden
All in the garden
Strange young man
Why we can't fake it you won't ever say
Both
I waited all day
And it seemed like one day
I come from nowhereI was nowhere boundnever once believedthis was
tongue tied, said my prayers20 years or moreseems like yesterdayhung
It's breathin' timeIn Christmas Valleyherons fly by nightand crash into
painted so many townspainted them up and downdown to the
Every morn at sven o'clockThere's twenty terriers drilling on the
I can still rememberthe coat I wore that dayyellow as
In a trailer park with hungry dogsEat stolen breadWith stolen
The city's shiverin'Shivers in the heatThat we call summertimeAnd I'm
Streaks of lightOn the graveyard walkYour bright star was crashin'Crashin'
Bang out the night songon an old kettle drumdon't ask
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