Из альбома: A Journey Too Far
Crescent city, crescent city, oh
Half way to where I'm going to
I pass you by and then who knows?
The next I know, you're my pretty rose
Laughing, laughing, but crying home
When will I next see who I'll, wondering soul
And there's a mad man on the reef
He's praying for some sweet relief
Sits down and he thinks
When that cousin boom goes pink? (???)
Like laughing, like laughing,
But they know, what is dust to dust like you
Oh, whom, I'm wandering, so
Looking at the moon, but I'm thinking of the sun
No, looking at the moon, but I'm thinking of the sun
Looking at the moon, but I'm thinking of the sun
If I could choose, I'd become dust
Eyes like foreign smack our rest (???)
To the wind lake in air(?), when I travel
Far from here
Like laughing, like laughing,
Like crying all over
What is dust to dust like you
Might have a soul
Crescent city, crescent city, oh
Half way to where I'm going to
I pass you by and then who knows?
The next I know, you're my pretty rose