Seasons change with the scenery

My life is made of patterns

The girl does what she wants to do

Cause the kids got no respect

Your old road is rapidly aging

The fields are ripe

Blessed are the stained glass, windowpane glass

Your cheeks flushed with the night

So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner’s pies

My thoughts are scattered and they’re cloudy

The sky is grey and white and cloudy

Take it, don’t turn away

And the couples in the park are holding hands and waiting for the dark

I never done you no wrong

He gives the world its saddest sound

The force can’t do a decent job

Born into society, a banker’s only child

So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine

Time hurries on

I hear words I never heard in the Bible

Away, I’d rather sail away

When you’re down and out

To England, where my heart lies

I dreamed I saw a mighty room

I’d be laughed at and scorned if the other Swans heard

Mail it today

Hang on to your hopes, my friend

September, I’ll remember

I hear the drizzle of the rain

I was so hard to please

And the moon rose over an open field

The mirror on my wall

Gently rise, gently fall

If you need a friend

Falls on the round toes

Cause we laughed them all

At a reasonable price

I got no deeds to do

All come to look for America

And gather it all in a bunch of heather

Pickin’ up the punch lines

discrimination by everyone for every type of housing, but it had no

Falls on the round toes

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome

Kathy, I’m lost, I said, thought I knew she was sleeping

And gather it all in a bunch of heather

But I never got the chance to serve

I have tended my own garden much too long

And he carries the remainders

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear