I'm looking in my little black book,
To see if was right or rongwrong,
Between the lines on the tattooed pages my inspiring writing in clense
I'm old before my time
I feel that I'm growing out of this world
But with the world at my ears
I guess is true there's no tears
No tears
When things get bad
I can always turn in to a cloud
That I'll drift back home
If the wind will blow
Be there