I'll be your baby tonight Close your eyes, close the door You don't have to worry anymore Shut the light, shut the shade You don't have to be afraid Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away We're gonna forget it That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a

The moon's a harsh mistress And the moon's a harsh mistress See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine

Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor They still tryna figure out, I put 'em in a coffin They still tryna figure it out I put 'em in a coffin Y'all don't

Big ship sailing on the ocean We don't need no commotion Say when I'm ready you must hold on steady We're moving off at lightening speed, yeah Take a seat and wait 'till I'm ready The wind is blowing and the fishes keep movin' What are you doing mister

The answer is blowin' in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly

And we rely on each other, ah ha From one lover to another, ah ha Islands in the stream That is what we are No one in between How can we be wrong Sail away with me To another world Oh baby alright

Dreams are made for children Dim the light, little man And tonight, little man On a ship of dreams you'll sail And a dream is a fairytale You don't need a magic wand To see all that lies beyond If you just believe in fairyland Fairyland appears

My heart retires far early Away these foreign lands She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye A gold breath on a wire A sing soft sail in the other room A red hot cleansing fire My cold feet warm in a straight line Dancing Spanish Hands She's a yellow girl,

See the line where the sky meets the sea it calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me I've been standing at the edge of the water 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why I wish I could be the

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the