Из альбома: Walking Man
There isn’t no melody and I can’t find a harmony
If there were a way to say it, you know I would have played it Well, I’m a man of few words, trying to find a rhyme
And finally it occurred to me that I’m wasting my time
There aisn’t no rhyme or reason, isn’t no time or season
Isn’t no way around it, I know I would have found it There isn’t no song in the whole wide world could hardly sing Without you
There isn’t no song in the whole wide world to tell you the way that I feel
Painters use their eyes to show us what they see
But when that canvas dries we all see it differently
There isn’t black or white, there isn’t no day or night
There isn’t no way around it, you know I would have found it No, no, no, I might as well pack it on up
Not even this song’s gonna tell you the way that I feel