I sigh with every breath I'm breathing It's some kind of holy smoke that I believe Will take me on my way Some hobo - the dust on my old boots is settling And I'm slowly growing roots I said Would never tidy me away Uhoh, uhoh, uhoh, uhoh I do remember what an old friend told me He said "don't you go worrying about me I'm only sad as I want to be" Well that's as maybe, but do I want to be like trees Who stand round in freezing fog just waiting For the spring to come for me? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh nooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
