Come in and have a seat There's someone here I'd like for you to meet The man is a legend, discovered Bob Dylan
His name is Izzy Young He moved here long before you were born and He goes by the Conscience Talk slowly, and have some patience
Can't take it away You can't take it away Can't take it away You can't take it away
Alan Griswold's a friend Lived in the basement for a year or ten Take notice of these walls, lined with colorful decals
The conscience was his name The Center was a place where many came to Sit down and connect with any soul, and to Meet strangers, and let the world grow old
Can't take it away You can't take it away Can't take it away You can't take it away
Grab my boots and wait up for the rain You're lucky that you landed up in here, son Don't categorize the things you pass at random All we know is we don't know a thing
All we know is we don't know All we know is we don't know a thing What a way to learn Izzy YoungTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
