If you leap awake In the mirror of a bad dream And for a fraction of a second You can't remember where you are Just open your window And follow your
Words & music by paul simon On armistice day The philharmonic will play But the songs that we sing Will be sad Shufflin brown tunes Hanging around, ahoo
If you leap awake In the mirror of a bad dream And for a fraction of a second You can't remember where you are Just open your window And follow your memory
There may come a time When you'll be tired As tired as a dream That wants to die And further to fly Further to fly Further to fly Further to fly Maybe
Slow down, you movin' too fast You gotta make the moment last Just kickin' down the cobblestones Lookin' for fun and Feelin' groovy____________ Hello
Paraphernalia, never hides your broken bones And I don't know why you'd want to try It's plain to see you're on your own I ain't blind, no some folks
What I dream I had, dressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline, of smoky Burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets, down past the shop displays
The Mississippi Delta was shining Like a national guitar I am following the river Down the highway Through the cradle of the Civil War I'm going to Graceland
If she stays, she stays here. The girl does what she wants to do. She knows what she wants to do. And I know I'm fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it.
Lord, I'm a working man And music is my trade I'm travelin' with this five-piece band I play the ace of spades I have a wife and family Who don't see
The night was black, roads were icy Snow was fallin', drifts were high And I was weary, from my driving And I stopped to rest for a while I sat down
Yesterday it was my birthday I hung one more year on the line I should be depressed, my life's a mess But I'm having a good time Oh, I've been loving
I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my position On this friend of mine who had a little bit of a breakdown I said, hey
Guitar (simon) & violin (stephane grappelli) Instrumental
Yeah, well getting ready Yeah, oh yeah Getting ready, yeah Getting ready From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing
We're homeless, we're homeless, we're homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake We're homeless, we're homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight
One and one-half wandering Jews Free to wander wherever they choose Are traveling together in the Sangre de Cristo The Blood of Christ Mountains of New
It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe