Come on let me hold you touch you feel you Kiss you taste you all night So here I am I'm trying So here I am are you ready I've been here before a few times And I'm quite aware we're dying And your hands they shake with goodbyes And I'll take you back if

Or have they forgot what it was that they made Forgive me I am only a maid They dance like sirens, hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Can they hear a babe over all the faith, Crawled out of the fog, found a river,

Better leave that boy alone Y'all better leave that boy alone 'cause if they don't You know they going come back on 'em And they don't want him to come back strong I wouldn't dare get that boy going

Come wander quietly and listen to the wind Come here and listen to the sky Come walking high above the rolling of the sea And watch the swallows as they fly There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings There is no choir like their song There is no

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

You got that right Sure got that right I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight Said, you got that right Well I've heard lots of people say They're gonna settle down You don't see their faces And they don't come around

When the day is through And they might come true Things never are As bad as they seem When you're feeling blue That's the thing to do Just watch the smoke rings

People forget Forget they're hiding Come on join the party And people forget It's an eminence front, it's a put on An eminence front, it's a put on Behind an eminence front Eminence front, it's a put on

And all my tomorrows belong to you As long as I've got arms that cling at all It's you that I'll be clinging to And all the dreams I dream, beg or borrow On some bright tomorrow they'll all come true And all my bright tomorrows belong to you Today I may

Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps