Out of my mindAnd I just can't take it anymoreLeft behindBy myself and what I'm living forAll I hear are screams from outside the limousinesThat are taking meOut of my mindThrough ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Been burned, And with both feet on the groundI've learned,That it's painful comin' downNo use runnin' awayAnd there's no time left to stayNow I'm finding out that it's so confusin'...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
I am a child, I'll last a while You can't conceive of the pleasure in my smile You hold my hand, rough up my hair, It's lots of fun to have you there God gave to you, now, you give...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Do I have to come right outAnd say it,Tell you that you look so fine?Do I have to come right outAnd ask you to be mine?If it was a game I could play it,Trying to make itBut I'm los...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
I met two kind people on the roadI was parched and dry from the coldI've been travelin' four days and nights, sirAnd I do want to thank you for the ride, sirAnd the soup your wife ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Manassas
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
The lights turned on and the curtain fell downAnd when it was over it felt like a dream They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream The agents had paid for the black limou...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 singing...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
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