Stubbed my toes getting out of bed
This morning
Slipped and almost fell
On the bathroom floor
Dropped a dozen eggs, burnt my last piece
Of toast
Spilt a pot of coffee all down
The kitchen door
So, I stepped out to take a walk
But it was raining
Called up a taxi on the Sloane Square
Taxi phone
Man at the news stand was out “THE TIMES”
(That’s London)
Set out to get a bite to eat
At Drones
Spinning high, spinning low
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Spinning high, spinning low
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Went to the market, couldn’t find
No sugar
Aerosol can with a bang blew up
On the shelf
All my groceries tore through the bottom
Of the paper
Looked in a window
Thought I saw myself
Spinning high, spinning low
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Spinning high, spinning low
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Hey Mr. Eggman send me
Your chicken
Hey Mr. Snowman send me
Some snow
Hey Mr. Bluesman play me
On your trumpet
Lost my direction
In the London fog
Missed my connection
In the London fog
Spinning high, spinning low
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Spinning high, spinning low
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Hanging on for my life
I can’t let go
Give a man a Yeller
He’ll be your friend forever
Give a man a speckled bird
He’ll never leave your side, Darling
Fully making love
Take you higher than the mountain
You take what it takes, boy,
To make your spirits rise
Me and you are moving
In a truly new dimension
Full of new surprises
On this river that we’re riding, Darling
Up ahead it’s crazy
Full of freedom but it’s wilder
Welcome to the one you chose
To run there by your side
Maybe what you see
Is what your got
And what you wanted
Take me at my word
It’s the best that I can be
I’ll go down trying hard
To teach you how to trust me
And I’ll love you ‘til it happens, Darling
‘til all eternity
Holding on to something
That’s holding us together
Stronger than the circumstances
Tearing us apart
I just got this feeling
If I’m wrong, you can correct me
(But) I believe that I just sang
My way back in your heart
On the wings of Sant Ana, the Devil came around
Hurricane of hellfire to my hometown
Take me by the hand, sweet Altadena
Walk me back home to my childhood ground
Place of my birth where my daddy’s laid to rest
Sound of the wind was my best friend
Where the palms waved lazily in the California sun
My childhood ground where my children were born
I remember the house and the big oak tree
Sweet smell of orange blossoms on a warm summer breeze
Momma wearing a gasmask on a smoggy fall day
Camping out all night for the
Tournament of Roses Parade
Street fairs in the backyard dressed up like clowns
Sold mistletoe to neighbors when the season came around
Earthquakes and windstorms, paper routes in the rain
All the lights lit up bright down Christmas tree lane
Two sheep and a cow in our suburban backyard
Daddy chasing a ram up on Zorthian’s farm
Raw milk and dairy, momma don’t allow sugar at all
My childhood ground where the pleasures were small
I remember the house and the big oak tree
Sweet smell of orange blossoms on a warm summer breeze
Momma wearing a gas mask on a smoggy fall day
Singing in the children’s choir at church on Sundays
Hiking Eaton Canyon up to Henninger Flats
Shooting BB guns at the avocado tree rats
Playing Marco Polo ollie ollie in come free
First loves spin the bottle The birds and the bees
Water balloon fights walking home from school
Listening to rock ‘n roll when it was brand new
KFWB, “Teen Angel,” and me
My childhood ground, our imaginations ran free
I remember the house and the big oak tree
Sweet smell of orange blossoms on a warm summer breeze
Momma wearing a gas mask on a smoggy fall day
Me dressed up like a cowboy for my Halloween birthday
Playing with matches I weren’t three-foot-tall
Ashes to ashes I remember it all
Tall grass and the fruit tree - yeah it all burned down
Yesterday’s child, my childhood ground
Well, the Devil came to visit guns blazing Santa Ana
Our Alamo! Hold me in your arms Altadena
Through the rubble and the ruin, I kneel down
Tears mixed with ashes, my childhood ground
I remember the house and the big oak tree
Sweet smell of orange blossoms on a warm summer breeze
Momma wearing a gas mask on smoggy fall day
Camping out all night for the Tournament of Roses Parade
Singing in the children’s choir at church on Sundays and
Me dressed up like a cowboy for my Halloween birthday
Heading down the white lines
In rural Arkansas
Where Razorbacks
Are football heroes, and Stuckey’s
Fills your tank
Full of diesel and pecans
I just drove five hundred miles
Through a panhandle storm
Tuning in the radio
Nothing on the air
‘Cept a Sunday sermon
And a preacher-man
Spitting fire
Full of prayer and singing songs
I can last two hundred miles
Before the night turns to dawn
That’s when I get to thinking thoughts
‘Bout my sweet Baby Blue Eyes
That’s when I cry
That’s when I get high
Just thinking about my, my oh my
Sweet Baby Blue Eyes
Called ahead to Nashville
Memphis is on the signs
Through a moonless sky
My headlights peeling back
The endless night
Long on speed little short on sleep
I have seen a lot of country
And I’ve dreamed a million dreams
That’s when I get to thinking thoughts
‘Bout my sweet Baby Blue Eyes
That’s when I cry
That’s when I get high
Just thinking about my, my oh my
Sweet Baby Blue Eyes
Patti’s waiting coffee
In Nashville all night long
She does not work on Mondays
And by Tuesday
I’ll be gone
Fading in and out with the dawn
The road ringing in my ears
And a heavy heart in hand
That’s when I get to thinking thoughts
‘Bout my sweet Baby Blue Eyes
That’s when I cry
That’s when I get high
Just thinking about my, my oh my
Sweet Baby Blue Eyes
Sweet baby, sweet baby, sweet baby
Sweet Baby Blue Eyes.”
It just wasn’t meant to be
What’s more to say
The winds of change
Weren’t blowing her way
Whispers and tears in Washington
High fives and cheers in Houston
Never seen folks so divided
So far from home
This Faustian bargain, now look what we got
Twice impeached felon and then God spoke
Whispered in his ear a warning shot
Divine admonition in Butler, Pennsylvania
In these divided states of America
“Citizens United” and crypto payola
Supreme Court immunity for
Presidential criminal behavior
And let me ask you this
Where was the National Guard
On January sixth?
The pardons, the vengeance, and hypocrisy
Have made a mockery of our democracy
A rag and bone
When the American dream went up for sale
The richest man in the world tipped the scales
Now all that noise is just hubris MAGA-mus
Blowing their horn and banging a drum
Banging a drum
There’s a winter chill settling in my bones
I’m losing sight of finding my way back home
Just like skipping stones
Things just keep
Slipping out of sight
Slipping out of sight
Slipping out of sight
In this new world of our lost innocence
Right and wrong dissonance
Cruelty corruption and intolerance
What’s a few more trillion
On the national debt?
Never in doubt often wrong incompetence
What’s so big and beautiful about that?
Where Truth and Honor are no longer relevant
Wandering in the wilderness far from home
My gentle angels come save me
Fill these empty sails and we’ll sail away
Over this river of tears
Back home - to hope
Back home - to hope
Back home - to hope
Back home – to hope
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
I travelled here, I travelled there
I visited the pyramids and read Molière
Painted my baby brother black when I was two
Lit the backyard on fire just to see what they’d do
Smuggled dope on the Midnight Express
Don’t know why I never got caught
Ain’t never been so stone-blind
Stupid since
Got married, got married again
Two beautiful women, two beautiful skins
Lost millions
In Silicon Valley
Dot Com gold rush
Turned to alchemist’s folly
Ain’t never been so stone-blind
Stupid since
I travelled here, I travelled there
I visited the pyramids and read Molière
But I ain’t never been so far from home
As I am right now.
Come take a hit
From the prince
The happy prince
No man’s child
Yesterday’s men ask the same
Questions tomorrow that they asked last year
While you and I snared in broken webs
Twist and turn to hear what they said,
Let fall a tear, let fall a tear
Calloused hands sweat and toil
To pass worn coins for communion wine
Yet all that’s left on Sunday morning
Is God the Father in Latin rhyme
Let fall a tear, let fall a tear
Jump down spin around
Catch a falling dollar (gonna)
Jump down spin around
Pick-a-buck-a-day
Jump down spin around (gonna)
Catch a falling dollar
Jump down spin around (gonna)
Pick-a-buck-a-day.
Come take a hit
From the prince
The happy prince
No man’s child
Come take a hit
From the prince
The happy prince
No man’s child
Unfocused minds spend a lifetime
Seeking the meaning that’s not clear
Yet all that’s left at sixty-five
Stoney eyes in wooden faces
Polished smooth with fear
Let fall a tear, let fall a tear
Jump down spin around
Catch a falling dollar (gonna)
Jump down spin around
Pick-a-buck-a-day
Jump down spin around (gonna)
Catch a falling dollar
Jump down spin around (gonna)
Pick-a-buck-a-day
Come take a hit
From the prince
The happy prince
No man’s child
You can’t know his power
You don’t even know his name
Little children pick his flowers
No they’ll never ever be the same
No they’ll never ever be the same
Come take a hit
From the prince
The happy prince
No man’s child
Could it be a summer rain
Gathering on the wind
Sending a positive sign
Things might suddenly change
Makes you feel hopeful
With wind there may be rain
Like winter turned to spring
Or could it be just a summer breeze
Laughing through the trees
Leaves a daydreaming feeling
The way things ought to be
Makes you feel hopeful
That all things change naturally
Like nightfall turned to day
But seems like a summer storm though
Driving down the wind
While deserted prophets
Wander through empty plains
Speaking riddles to the sands
Planted with empty graves
Where not even a candlelight
Star bright
Breaks the night
Before the new day
Or could it be a winter wind
Lost in a summer sky
Sending a kind of chill
Like Lazarus come to life
Makes you want to turn your head
And cover your wounded eyes
As whispers turn to cries
But seems like a summer storm though
Driving down the wind
While deserted prophets
Wander through empty plains
Speaking riddles to the sands
Planted with empty graves
Where not even a candlelight
Star bright
Breaks the night
Before the new day
It’s the end of the day, must be a way
To say that I’m sorry
For last night and the night before
Don’t close all the doors
Gotta be more than just the sorrow
Been counting the stars in the sky
Where the rivers run dry
To the sea
I think I love you more
Than you love me
It’s more than a heart
That’s full of stone
It’s more than a love
That stands all alone
It’s more than a bad day
That’s brought me down
Upon my knees
I think I love you more
Than you love me
It’s the end of the night
First morning light of a new day
Gives me hope for tomorrow
There’ll be love without sorrow or pain
Familiar refrain, heard time and again
Plays tricks on my head, wanna hope for the best
There ain’t nothing much left
‘Cept make believe
I think I love you more
Than you love me
It’s more than a heart
That’s full of stone
It’s more than a love
That stands all alone
It’s more than a bad day
That’s brought me down
Upon my knees
I think I love you more
Than you love me
