Get your sweets from the candy man Get your truth from the shelf Don't buy into the fairy tale Just be good to yourself 'Cause you know that I love you, girl You're my way out of hell But I've just one more song to sing One more story to tell
When I'm tired of the bright lights When I'm tired of the wine I'll go down to New Mexico To the depths of the mind When I'm forty years older When I'm wrinkled and wise I will trade all my liberty For that look in your eyes
Reason gonna blind you Cripplе and confine you Listen as you pull hard breaks Takе a trip to America Let the wind blow right through your hair We'll buy beer and some hope to share Every day
'Cause freedom Is no small thing We punish the child For flying too high For rushing like the wind
Reason gonna blind you Cripple and confine you Listen as you pull hard breaks (Stars are like the baggage we carry across the sky) (And then no one's gonna change who we are)
'Cause freedom Is no small thing We punish the child For flying too high For rushing like the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
