Sycamore Trees

I got idea man
You take me for a walk
Under the sycamore trees
The dark trees that blow baby
In the dark trees that blow

And I'll see you
And you'll see me
And I'll see you in the branches that blow
In the breeze,
I'll see you in the trees
Under the sycamore trees

A Real Indication

So I'm goin' down this street
and I'm tryin' not to smile
'Cause the street is where I'm goin' And the curb is at the side
By the sewer
where the rain goes down
Like this girl I once knew
'Cause the sewer is so hollow
and the yell
could last forever
Like the night my girl went away
Gone off in a world filled with stuff
Lights start changin' And there's wires in the air
And the asphalt, man,
is all around me
And I look down
and my shoes are so far away from me, man
I can't believe it
I got a real indication
of a laugh comin' on
I got a real indication
of a laugh comin' on
That old wind
is howling like a cold steel train
Girl has left me
Not comin' back again
Got rusted bullet holes in the Dodge
And a heartburn like a solar flare
The grass by the house is dry, man
And a horsefly
buzzes
by the big mistake in the distance, man,
I see myself start to smile
I got a real indication
of a laugh comin' on

Questions In A World Of Blue

Why did you go
Why did you turn
away from me?

When all the world
seemed to sing
Why, why did you go?

Was it me?
Was it you?
Questions in a world of blue

How can a heart
that's filled with love
Start to cry?

When all the world
seemed so right
How, how can love die?

Was it me?
Was it you?
Questions in a world of blue

When did the day
with all its light
turn into night?

When all the world
seemed to sing
Why, why did you go?

Was it me?
Was it you?
Questions in a world of blue
Questions in a world of blue