The lights turned on and the curtain fell downAnd when it was over it felt like a dreamThey stood at the stage door and begged for a screamThe agents had paid for the black limousi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Is my world not falling downI'm in pieces on the groundAnd my eyes aren't openAnd I'm standing on my kneesBut if crying and holding onAnd flying on the ground is wrongThen I'm sorr...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
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
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
Sit down I think I love youAnyway I'd like to tryI can't stop thinking of youIf you go I'll know I cryCan't you see that I'm a desperate manI get high, just being aroundYou want to...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
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