I long for joyous days, for the sun's comforting rays for self-discipline prosperity for serenity within reasons for pride for men of influence on my side melodic songs to sing
I don't need no father in the sky, don't need no living Christ, don't NEED to drink, toke, or fry, just need to look deep in my mind... and remember that there's magic, taking so many forms,
Been blue for way too long, (stuck in this ol Yankee town,) try as I might things they go wrong; though I try to do right and be a good friend, in the end 'most every one lets me down.
I never change- oh woh it's the same ol story they say I never learn- oh oh just the same old story never change- oh no still livin the party I get burnt- oh no going for glory
My consciousness is like the desert of Southern Arizona during a drought none of the birds of confidence are out; countless wildflowers are waiting to bloom in colors incredible
