What's that? Is it gabbing That I'm hearing Or something darker?
It sounds like Old Man River On a cigar Box guitar
It's gospel yes, for sure They're cooking out now And I want two wings to veil my face
But I'm here now Imagination running round in place Like a man in space I'm here now
Something about this place Something supple Something warm I can feel your hand It stretches out to you
I know You can hear me now I wish That I was there I still hear whispers in the air
It's awful when you leave this world A gift I'll miss the gift of gab
I guess there's no margin for mistake I stayed around at home and took a break A major minor drag A star upon your flag It's revolutionary
I hear It's almost late Summer in New York And I imagine I'm, I'm eating pizza with a fork
And soon the light turned Around It brought you down A major minor drag For me too
And I'm at war now The gift of gab it only goes so far And I'm at war now With the obvious
Better put your spacesuit on If you do me wrong The day after it's painted Is the day you're goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
