We gonna come together, we gonna celebrate We gonna gather 'round, like it's your birthday I don't wanna know, just what I'm gonna do I don't care where your going, I'm coming along with you It's in the way she often calls me out It's in the curve of

Far away like a radio All broke down, comin' in low Red lights flash, static and snow I was ridin' shotgun with the driver The lovers and the rounders Come along with me to L.A. Me and my bride On a Greyhound back

Yeah so keep on lookin' at me that way That way we can move this along Or you can keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on lookin' at me that way I can tell you what I got here on my mind But I think you already know Yeah and now's the time for you to turn

I remember something Down along the creek Her, the heron hurried away When first I breeched that last Sunday Low moon don the yellow road That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines And as certain it is evening at is now is not the time, ooh

And let bygones be bygones and troubles be long gone And if I never told you how I feel about you, I'm telling you now So much has been unspoken along the way Hearts have healed and hearts have broken in the pain of yesterday Gone are the shadows and

California dreamin' on such a winter's day I'd be safe and warm All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray I've been for a walk on a winter's day I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A I stopped into a church I passed along the way Well I got down on my

Maybe Monday, maybe not Someday he'll come along, the man I love And he'll be big and strong, the man I love And when he comes my way I'll do my best to make him stay She'll look at him and smile, He'll understand And in a little while he'll take her

The way some science fiction does Religious iconography giving you the creeps? I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek The rise of the machines I must admit you gave me something momentarily In which I could believe But the hand of

Hearts ain't gonna, hearts ain't gonna lie Don't take that the wrong way You know what I mean We get along, get along on the outside We're half of the same Won't do this again When love don't feel right Head out the door, but our hearts on the inside

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones