Texty:
Byrds

Eight miles high And when you touch down You'll find that it's Stranger than known Signs in the street That say where you're goin' Are somewhere Just

In your blue room, sit with a candle lit On a charcoal bed of dreams you carry on Though the streets are hot you can still a lot But you can walk out

all If I stand on understanding what is now If I ever need someone to show me how If the daylight can be hidden by the sun If you're gone, then I know I will

Every time I see you smile, come to me, don't be long Let me tell you how my heart goes wild Please let me love you and it won't be wrong Every time

How many times Have you heard someone say? "If I had his money I'd do things my way" But little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in ten

The first thing that I heard you say When you were standing There said in your way Was that you were not blind You were sure to make a fool of me 'Cause

Watch out what you say Only in my way I'm gonna get that girl Wait and see I saw her today She came by my way I'm gonna win her love Just for me And

Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the

is cast The slow one now will later be fast The present now will later be past The order is rapidly fadin' And the first was now will later be last