Look at the sad goodbyesEvery day's a killing timeSun coming up outsideNo men are born this timeSaturday's child stays homeNothing to say so long[Chorus]Well, well, wellAnother day...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
There's something happening hereBut what it is ain't exactly clearThere's a man with a gun over thereTelling me I got to bewareI think it's time we stop, children, what's that soun...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
I just can't seem to get movin'Love me enough to beginAnd I'll never forget youI hope that you careMore than a little for meIt's so hard to wait.If I should stand and stareDon't be...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Where are we going love?What are you feelin'?Now that I've caught my loveMy head is reelin',With the questions of a thousand dreams,What you do and what you see.Come on lover, talk...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Hey who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung? And taking my gypsy before she's begun?To sing...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Listen to my bluebird laughShe can't tell you whyDeep within her heart, you seeShe knows only cryingJust cryingThere she sits, aloft at perchStrangest color blueFlying is forgotten...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Listen to my songIt isn't very longYou'll see before I'm goneThat everybody's wrongThose of us who runTo catch a moment in the sunSeem to find the when we're doneThat we weren't su...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
There's somethin' happenin' hereBut what it is ain't exactly clearThere's a man with a gun over thereA-tellin' me I got to bewareI think it's time we stopChildren, what's that soun...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Listen to my bluebird laughShe can't tell you whyDeep within her heart, you seeShe knows only cryingJust cryingThere she sits, aloft at perchStrangest color blueFlying is forgotten...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
I get up in the morning with a cock-a-doodle-do,I get myself together if and when I chose.I'm just buckin' time, without a reason or rhyme,Oh what a wonderful way, To spend a caref...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield