We used to laugh a lot But only because we thought That everything good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Saturday morning and it's time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known Loading in the

My taxicab's waiting Wish I could hold you one last time After all we had together There's gotta be a better way Of telling you goodbye If I had a horse I'd ride off in the sunset If I had wings, I'd fly off

Tombstone shadow, stretchin' across my path. There's a shadow on my back. Every time I get some good news, ooh, Ev'ry time I get some good news, ooh, Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in san berdoo. Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in san berdoo. Five

So don’t go telling me how this boy should be leaving his own life Sometimes rough but generally speaking I’m fine If you don’t agree with the things that go on within in my life Well honey that’s fine there’s no itch in wasting your time Goodbye

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Bye-bye, girl There’s a road I gotta find Called the gypsy life I miss that life Like a good old friend Until I’m back again There’s a dream that’s still alive It will take some time A long, long time

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?

That's got my name on it It's gonna get wild tonight Gotta get that mixture right DJ and a dance floor Can't stop, we want more There's a good time going down And a getting loud rowdy crowd Last call at three in the morning There's a four by four,

Ev'ry time we say goodbye When you're near There's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere Begin to sing about it There's no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor I die a little