Bye bye too fast to live too young to die And I know my life would look alright If I could see it on the silver screen James Dean, you said it all so clean James Dean, James Dean, you bought it sight unseen You were too fast to live, too young to die,

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor running

Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck And now the sun's coming up I'm riding with Lady Luck Well my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive I'm riding

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

I wish you peace when times are hard I wish you peace when the cold winds blow Warmed by the fire's glow I wish you comfort in the, the lonely time And arms to hold you when you ache inside I wish you hope when things are going bad Kind words when times

Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just

Ah ah ah, we got to keep on trying We got to keep on trying I'm just arriving in the city And there's music on my mind Lookin' for my destination and My home is far behind 'Cause it's a long road ahead And you can make it in the end I'm gonna make it

I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red