Daily things fall off like water, Falling down like summer rain; We see each other in confusion; Wonder why we came today. Sittin' lonely in our prison, Lookin' out for ways to sail; What we'd be without confusion, In our less uncommon way. Through your hair across my eyes, The twilight shafts in soft surprise; Reminds me once again how nice, It is to be with you. 1971 Fish-o-Baby Productions
Writer(s): Jorma Kaukonen Lyrics powered by