There's somethin' happenin' here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Tellin' me, I got to beware I think it's time we
You ask me to read this letter That you wrote the night before And you really should know better 'Cause she's worth a whole lot more Brother, you know
I am a child, I'll last a while You can't conceive of the pleasure in my smile You hold my hand, rough up my hair It's lots of fun to have you there
When the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed I went insane Like a smoke ring day when the wind blows Now I won't be back till later on If