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
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reasonFor the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the seasonWhy in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
When the dream cameI held my breath with my eyes closedI went insaneLike a smoke ring day when the wind blowsNow I won't be back 'till later onIf I do come back at allBut you know ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Well there goes another day Now I wonder why You and I Keep telling lies I can't believe that what you say 'Cause tomorrows lullaby Can't passify My lonesome crying Make believe th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Soft winds blow in the summertime, Young lovers feel so free. Walking hand in hand down a shady lane, What happened to me? What happened to me? Did you ever love a girl, Who walked...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
There's something happening hereWhat 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 soundEve...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 - Buffalo Springfield