february rain, smoky mountain fire   like a hummingbird to cane   just following desire   watch the firelight   throw shadows across the room   many miles away,   not far from cannery row   he beats on his guitar   and does his little show   and all the people say   you got balls to play the game this way   it's one in a million   so he fills all the holes   with good wine from mussel sholes   and the cencemillian   these streets were bound to cross   maybe lifetimes ago   whenever innocence is lost   we got a long way to go   we got a long way   watch the firelight throw   shadows across the room   and on a rainy night   two lovers held each other tight   in the moonlight   he felt so good in her arms