And render myself helpless I breakdown And let the story guide me And everything is clear So I wither And give myself away

Come falling I turn you away I am the things that you fear My leap of faith without a sound Don't push my back against the wall When I feel it Withered away I see it Every day complacent Desecrates the fabric of lies

'Cause you're my home When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place That I could call my very own But that's all right my love When you

On my mind, on my mind Soul shadows on my mind They left them soul shadows all on my mind San Francisco morning coming clear and cold Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief He said, musics real, the rest is

Tears of a thousand drawn to her sin Seasons of wither holdin' me in Ooh woe is me I feel so badly for you Ooh woe is me I feel so sadly for you In time bound to lose your mind Live on borrowed time Take the wind right out of your sail Blues hearted lady

Get up and dance with me (Get up and dance) (Won't you dance with me) Such a lovely night for dancin' Love, sunset to sunrise And I feel like dancin' All night long And I get this feelin' song And I feel that the music really turns me on

Who is he, and what is he to you A man we passed just tried to stare me down And when I looked at you You looked at the ground I don't know who he is But I think that you do Something in my heart and in your eye Tells me he's not someone just passing by

Sometimes I just don't know I get a warm summer feeling walking through the snow Even chilly darkness has the brightest glow And I just love you so, sometimes I just don't know Time just seems to help this wondrous feeling grow Maybe I might wake up

We all need somebody to lean on Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on You just call on me brother, when you need a hand I just might have a problem

Ah, but that green grass on the other side Is just an illusion We all have our own confusion Looking out at the people looking in Feeling good must be some kind of sin Looking in at the people looking out Feeling guilty, scared to move about Looking up