And now's the time, the time is now To sing my song I've been this way ten years to the day I can't find my bluebird I keep rambling, baby Leaves are falling all around It's time I was on my way

Care for you, I will Can I have a picture of you tonight Keep it with me always in my mind I'm good for inspiration, aren't I? You will find Well, close the door and I'll go anywhere You take me to from this bed onto so much more Tough me cause I can't

I'm just trying to find a way to make it back home I'm just trying to get home I'm not trying to stop a hurricane I'm not trying to shake the ground below I'm not trying to part the ocean waves I'm not trying to overthrow the throne I've been gone for so

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuck you up Can't find a way To get across the hate When I see you I feel it scratch inside I want to slash and beat you I rip apart the things inside I can't control myself

Why does love got to be so sad? Got to find me a way To take me back to yesterday. How can I ever hope to forget you? Won't you show me a place Where I can hide my lonely face? I know you're going to break my heart if I let you. Like a moth to a flame,

You'll always be a fire I can't put out. I'm finding out how hot an old flame can burn. You're a feeling I haven't forgot, the love I can't unlearn. You've become a memory I can't live without. I don't know how to handle the dream you left behind. It's

And now's the time, the time is now To sing my song I've been this way ten years to the day I can't find my bluebird I keep rambling, baby Leaves are falling all around It's time I was on my way

Oh Havana I've been searching for you everywhere In Rosalinda's eyes Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square I know what I would see there I can always find my Cuban skies I play nights in the Spanish part of town I've got music in my hands The

I can't sing no song of hope As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms I can't write a love song the way I feel today I've got nothing to say Misery likes company I like the way that sounds I've been trying to find the meaning So I can write it down Staring