I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes
Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine
And all the time going to Coney Island I’m thinking,
Wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time?
Time, time, hear the bells chime
Over the harbor and the city
Time, one more vodka and lime
To help paralyze that tiny little tick, tick, tick, tick
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
And wouldn’t it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together
I feel so strong that I can’t disguise (oh my)
Let’s spend the night together
But I just can’t apologize (oh no)
Let’s spend the night together
Don’t hang me up and don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
We could have fun just groovin’ around around and around
Oh my, my
Let’s spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let’s spend the night together
Mornin’ girl, how’d ya sleep last night?
You’re sev’ral ages older now
Your eyes have started showin’ how
The little girl’s growin’ now
Mornin’ girl, was that you last night?
Crying on the radio
Beggin’ for a way to go
To go back where love wasn’t jumbled so
The morning sun when it’s in your face really shows your age
But that don’t worry me none in my eyes you’re everything
You’re the meaning in my life
You’re the inspiration
If I had my choice of matter
I would rather be with cats
All engrossed in mental chatter
Showin’ where your mind is at
While relating to each other
How strong your love can be
By resisting all the good times with each groovy chick we see
I’m a man yes I am and I can’t help but love you so
I’m a man yes I am and I can’t help but love you so
I’m a man yes I am and I can’t help but love you so
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of 5
My mother said I was gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I’m a man, I passed 21
I want you to believe me baby I had lots of fun
I’m a man
Spell M-A child -N
That represents man
No B-O child -Y
That mean mannish boy
When I was a little boy
And the Devil would call my name
I’d say “now who do …
Who do you think you’re fooling?”
I’m a consecrated boy
Singer in a Sunday choir
My mama loves, she loves me
She gets down on her knees and hugs me
She loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And she loves me
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go: Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
It doesn’t show signs of stopping, and I’ve brought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low: Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Sign! Sign! Everywhere a sign!
Blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind.
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign!
It’s a sign of the times
That your love for me is getting so much stronger
It’s a sign of the times
And I know that I won’t have to wait much longer
You’ve changed a lot somehow
From the one I used to know
For when you hold me now
I feel like you never want to let me go
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it’s all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans;
New York’s got the ways and means; but just wont let you be.
Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home.
One of these days they know they gotta get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
Truckin’, like the doo-dah man, once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes the cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay 'em down,
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.
Well, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty-two guitar pickers in Nashville
And they can pick more notes than the number of ants on a Tennessee ant hill
There’s thirteen hundred and fifty-two guitar cases in Nashville
And anyone that unpacks his guitar can play twice as better than I will
Nashville cats
Play clean as country water
Nashville cats
Play wild as mountain dew
Nashville cats
Been playin’ since they’s babies
Nashville cats
Get work before they’re two
I’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind”
He said, “I’d love to, dad, if I could find the time
You see, my new job’s a hassle, and the kid’s got the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, dad
It’s been sure nice talking to you”
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me
He’d grown up just like me
My boy was just like me
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when
But we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time then”
There was a man lived in the moon, in the moon, in the moon.
There was a man lived in the moon and his name was Aiken Drum.
And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle.
He played upon a ladle and his name was Aiken Drum.
And his hair was made of spaghetti spaghetti spaghetti.
His hair was made of spaghetti and his name was Aiken Drum.
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table, and under a bush
And soon my poor meatball, was nothing but mush.