If you care enough for the living Make it a better place For you and for me Heal the world And the entire human race There are people dying Make a better place for you and for me Make a little space Make a better place

Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nigh Hurry to my Blue Heaven Turn to the right, there's a little white light Will lead you to my Blue Heaven You'll see a smilin' face, a fireplace, a cozy room Little nest that nestles where the roses bloom Molly and me,

Do, do, do, do Took place tomorrow And wake you and lift your head So I can fix your hand I’ll be your handyman (handyman) I’m not brittle I’m just a little If only yesterday I pray for sleep

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces Now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go We lost faith, in the arms of love Where you been hiding lately Where you been hiding from the news? Because we've been fighting lately We've been

I'll be thinking about you baby Here's to the good life or so they say All those parties and games that all those people play They tell me this is the place to be All those beautiful people and nothing to see Sometimes I feel like something is gone here

Tie my right hand to the bible You can burn your paper fingers in the ashtray Place your swollen lips on mine You can shave your heavy head in my carpeted hallway Sure for the first time you're wearing the right clothes Now take them off Meet me on the

A little buckshot dot on a map it might be Who'd wanna live in this place Who'd wanna suffer the fate Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit We do, and a few of us know what it's worth But it's

Sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms In a room with soft satin pillows Cracklin' fireplace keeps us warm Whisprin' wind through weepin' willows And sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms In a soft light her eyes are gleamin' Pretty little hand covers Up her mouth

Oh bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, Hey hey hey And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jilly loves you more than you will know, Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like