I've been from Spain to Tokyo From Africa to Ohio I never tried to make the news I'm just a man who plays the blues I take my lovin' everywhere I never make my move too soon Three days of snow in Birmingham Thought you would wonder where I am Rang our

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there Bags on demand Come in the middle of the night, like it's a nightmare You open your eyes, not dreamin', nigga, we right there If Young Metro don't trust you I'm 'gon

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn

Speak low when you speak, love, Too soon, too soon, Our summer day withers away Too soon, too soon. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, We're swept apart too soon. Speak low, darling speak low, Love is a spark lost in the dark, I feel wherever I go

Take me on and on Until the world has gone The stars that shine so brightly They call to me I dream of how it might be Somewhere far away The chains that hold you Those chains will soon be gone Sail upon the ocean

Keepin' touch with Mama Kin Livin' out your fantasy Sleeping late and smoking tea You better check it out Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon Tell her where you've gone and been It ain't easy, livin' like ya want to And it's so hard to

But somebody's gonna have to answer The time is coming soon Why do the babies starve When there's enough food to feed the world Why when there are so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to

Hasta mañana, say we'll meet again I can't do without you Time to forget, send me a letter Say you forgive, the sooner the better I just don't know Hasta mañana 'til we meet again Don't know where, don't know when Darling, our love was much too strong to

Country comforts and the road that's going home And it's good old country comforts in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones Soon the pines will be falling everywhere Village children always

It might be over soon, soon, soon Where you gonna look for confirmation? And if it's ever gonna happen So as I'm standing at the station It might be over soon (All these years) There I find you marked in constellation (two, two) There isn't ceiling in