Wide black trees and a field of froth Bird fly low and you and me and the car are lost Took a wrong turn somewhere Into the old time, into the old time, for sure The trees are black and history Has dragged us down to our knees In a cold time Ah, everyone dreams have died Wherever you are, darling, I'm not that far behind I'm not that far behind
By the side of the road is a thing with horns That steps back into the trees and a child is born Upon this trembling earth, displays each day Thrown across the hallucination of your hair A strip of ordinary sun, a biblical sun A colonial sun, an enlightened sun The same sun made always glorious at your head Well, stopping at a motel and go jumping into bed Just like the old time Yeah, wherever you are, darling, I'm not that far behind
A lunatic beauty and a watery moon You're melting by the motel swimming pool By the Time I Get to Phoenix on the radio Her moon to my shooting star And I'm throwing my bags in the back of the car Just like the old time, just like old time, baby And I'm not coming back this time Ah, like the old days, darling Like the old days, I'm not coming back this time Like the old days, darling, like the old days I'm not coming back this time Like the old time, like the old time Wherever you are, darling, I'm not that far behindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
