When I was small
Not prone to caring
And I didn’t count the days at all
Old Age was leather skinned
Wide eyed and wedding ring worn thin
Worn thin, with sometime sharing
Cool eighteen and finished learning
There was nothing more to know
To know
And my first girl lay wide-eyed
And innocence was lost and goodbyed
Forever
And in my soul I was burning
It’s a mixed up sensation this being alive
Oh, it wears a man down into the ground
It’s the strangest elation
I can’t describe it
Oh, it leaves a man weary
It makes a man frown
Now I’m grown
And sometime travelling
And I don’t quite feel at ease
At ease
Tongue tied and mystified
I work it out
But still inside I’m wondering
Just where I’m going
Lord I’m wondering
Oh ! Lord I’m wondering
Lord I’m wondering
Mixed Up Sensations
Magna Carta



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