Then we'd travel far to some big shining star Just you and my guitar And stay there sweetheart for always I lose my blues Only when I'm with you No one else can do You're in my heart to stay And when I'm gone and I'm all alone I'll be singing this song

Lover I'm off the streets Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire She's the candle Burning in my room

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat

You and the night and the music Until the pale light of dawn and in daylight Hearts will be throbbing guitars Morning will come without warning and take away the stars If we must live for the moment Love till the moment is through After the night and the

I'd be jealous too, if she was with you I'd be out my mind, watching her move I'd be jealous too, if she was with you, with you She's a California red in a dive bar Hourglass body like a guitar That forever wild smile appears like a Glitter bomb in the

Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out

I, who was lost and lonely, believing life was only A bitter tragic joke I've found with you Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams Quiet walks by quiet streams

You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load And you gotta keep goin' down the long black road They used to tell me boy you ain't goin' nowhere With your cheap guitar and your big long hair You gotta realize all your responsibilities You gotta

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child