say that I'm a dreamer And I've no doubt There's truth in what they say But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all the things he loves are far away
waiting, for he is gone away; Now if you think the grass is greener on the far side of the hill All you cowboys, take it easy, there's no grass there
chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shiny skin Is