La, la, la, la, la, la, la I ain't even think of leaving sometimes I ain't even think of letting go Not even sometimes 'Cause we're collectin' moments Tattoos on my mind I ain't ever thought of going nowhere I don't even see it down the road Ooh, let's

And I thought about you Winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream Oh I'm going back to you And what did I do? I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars parked

Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to

Rambling out of the wild west Leaving the towns I love best Thought I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York town People going down to the ground Building going up to the sky Wintertime in New York town The wind blowing snow around Walk

Goodbye I'm going home There's no need for you to say you're sorry I don't care no more so don't you worry Your music's shite it keeps me up all night, up all night I hate the way that even though you know you're wrong You say you're right I hate the

You just didn't know me I'm the hunter If travel is searching And home what's been found I'm not stopping I'm goin' hunting I'll bring back the goods But I don't know when I thought, I could organize freedom

Life can't keep going on this way I feel I'm lost inside my hate My thoughts overtake me They're killing me faster with each passing day Slowly, I'm burning Inside - imploding World keeps on turning As I'm exploding I can't stand this suffering anymore

No love, no love, no love Had a heart, man I'm tryna get it back though Get ready, we going to the Chateau White linen, white rose Suite 23 at the Chateau Tryna get it back, tryna get it back, tryna get it back No excuse, you be actin' like a bitch now I

I can't take this All my life is wreckless All our lives our dangerous But we fake our way through That's what we do I can't help this going down Sometimes things get in the way My thoughts I cannot convey

Don't look around 'Cause I'm never coming back It's high time You saw the last of me Had to change my mind You're going to change my mind You thought I was a whiner I'd forgotten where to go