Lyrics:
Well I take another drag and let my mind unwind
Staring deep into my father's eyes
I said oh man, you are just like I am
He says young man, the world
All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight
I wish that I could know them one by one
All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds
Though I I’ve the life of a travelling man
There is not many things that I understand
But the words that the man once said to me
Got me thinking
Journeys are my passion I was born a travelling man
This my truth couldn't have it any other way
Yes, a life without experience a life astray
I'm
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, huh, but then again no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much, but
where we both could live
If I was a sculptor but then again no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much but it's the best
Have you ever heard the story of the time
When a young man full of hope
A completely mad man
Disrupted a simple goal
They always knew
That the day
But, my fist up, rock star sign
Guitars just broke, in my mind
Was packing up, I might get by
Talking bout luck, on my side oh
Take a walk in my
(picture that)
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't want to make your life more harder, I'm just doin' my
of mind?
All you need to do is let us lead the way
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It's real simple, man
Follow the boss and you will never get lost like what
[
souls, you might drown
Dirty words for dirty minds
Written in a toilet town
Dial me a Valentine
She's a smooth operator
It's all so calculated
She's got
When a zither starts to play
You'll remember yesterday
In its haunting strain
Vienna lives again
Free and bright and gay
In your mind a sudden
night
About a time travelling girl, yeah, she was alright
I gotta find that portal in the back room
Of a New York City nail parlour owned by June
I
I'm lookin' out my window
Watch the clouds go by
I look to see eternity
The endless rolling sky
You cannot think of eternity
Thinkin' it like time
delighted
I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown
Dirty words for dirty minds
Written in a toilet town
Dial me a Valentine
She's a smooth
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
for the verbal war
The hologram advance, psychical form
Manifesting universal mind into the lore
Travelling lands, I stand on sands of chemical
To set breeze on fire
By a constant wind beyond the mind
And there is no psychic eye for you
Every night is Saturday night
This isn't only
if you can
You don't care much for a stranger's touch
But you can't hold your man
You never thought you'd be alone
This far down the line
And I
in at 9 at the factory floor
Same old job as the day before
Hands are busy, mind flies free
Dreaming of what could someday be
I'm a simple man with
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If
potent (yeah), legalize it
Give a nigga freedom, I got the pre-rolls, no leak holes
Baby, if you need them, get your life and your mind right
By myself
if you can
You don't care much for a stranger's touch
But you can't hold your man
You never thought you'd be alone
This far down the line
And I
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