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got lost
I wish I was home, in Evelyn's kitchen
With old Gyp curled around my feet

I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home
the wide, wide world 

I dreamed of gentlemen I would meet 
I saw them all kneeling at my feet 
I can't understand it, my hair is all curled 
But my
the wide, wide world 

I dreamed of gentlemen I would meet 
I saw them all kneeling at my feet 
I can't understand it, my hair is all curled 
But my
and train smoke. 
Somehow my watch and chain got lost. 
I wish I was home in Evelyn's Kitchen, 
With old Gyp curled around my feet.
And I hope my Pony 
I
smoke
Somehow my watch and chain got lost

I wish I was home
In Evelyn's kitchen
With old Gyp curled around my feet
And I hope my pony
I hope my
Christopher Cross Songs/Moonblind Music
As a child Christopher was outspoken when it suited him at times he was quiet 
And of course he was mischievous as all little boys are as a young
Words and music by Christopher Cross and Rob Meurer
The clock is screaming and it's time to go
The day is waiting and you're moving slow
News
even care

And the night comes on and it's very calm
I want to cross over, I want to go home
And she says, “Go back, go back to the world
might hold that someday you
Might know what it's like to slowly drown
Waiting for your world to turn around
Waiting for the the thought to cross your mind
might hold that someday you
Might know what it's like to slowly drown
Waiting for your world to turn around
Waiting for the the thought to cross your mind
I was there on the day the monkey came into this world
His face was round and reddish and his hair was slightly curled
He didn't look too different
girl
Take up che gun now fe shot up che world
Oonu see de gun disguised - Oonu see de gun Jeri-Curled
Boy see de gun an' him cyaan say a word
Drop
calm
I want to cross over, I want to go home
But she says, Go back, go back to the World
foolish
We began to look around,
We thought he was a greenhorn,
Just escaped from town.

He said he'd lost his job
Upon the Sante Fe,
And was going
to cross over, I want to go home
But she says, Go back, go back to the world
Diamonds and pearls don't move this girl
She can be icy cold to the crawl
One of her lungs breathes in another world
While the other sticks around
Wonderin' how to cross the river
On a cold and windy night
With the water ragin' higher
By the moon's shinin' light
Suddenly a man stepped
ground
Overshadowed by your glory
Held in everlasting arms
Your life and death turned everything around
Look the lamb of god
Who takes away our sins
repercussion, cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey, bouncin' out ta flushin'
Check extra P by the boom
heart
Skull and crossbones to the breeze
A heave ho to depart

And gyp the blood
And I retook
The world upon our backs

And we drank from dawn
To dusk
How
(Forget it)
Who wants their hair done by a slob?

Now your bangs are curled your lashes whirled but still the world is cruel
Wipe off that angel face and go
body is curled in a U shape
I put on my best, but I'm still afraid
Propped by lies and promises, saving my place as life forgets
Maybe it's time I saw
to hold a job
Better forget it (Forget it)
Who wants their hair done by a slob?

Now your bangs are curled your lashes twirled but still the world is
the Lord our God
Is the heartbeat of our mission
The spring from which our service overflows
Across the street
Or around the world
The mission's still