Wake up in the morning    Get into bed    closing my eyes    I rest my head       There is no arrangement    No time no place    It's gone in the wind    and left no trace       Who can say,    maybe or whatever.    It's up to you    You know you can    trust me    I'll make it up to you       You move with the action    You loosen my strings    Your fingers    can smooth out my jangles    and all those things       Grease on the handle    and the tangles    in my hair    They always seem    to go together    I don't care