They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
With a pink
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the
I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing,
Well, I'm so tired of crying, but I'm out on
What a drag it is these gold lame' jeans
Is this
Virgil Caine is the name, and I worked on the
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along
I was driving to Damascus when a sandstorm rose
The road
Thank you ma'am for asking
Yes I'm on my own
I guess
Your head is a temple, I walk with the lamb
I searched the globe from A to Z
Found a lot
Lori says to Billy we've been working for a long
I walk through the debris of cardboard and clothes
Trying to
There's only seconds of your life
That really count for anything
All