Texty: The Holy Modal Rounders. Open Sun.

(yeah brother sing)
Oh the times were so bad, I remember the seasons
One afternoon I came and looked around you
It wasn't a matter of time, but I was worried

It was an off-hand deal with me and you
I couldn't help in the time I had
With all I dream and think of
It doesn't change a thing in life

(yo man, sing)
Open waves in the distant skies
Are turning me into a pile of clay
On this open day of grace I sing to you baby
It won't last very long

As long as the fear grows
It seems to me that you just make up lies
But to live you must by alone

Yeah, sing on, sing on man