waiting, i got no town to hide in
the country’s got a hold of my soul
tv’s dead and there ain’t no war in my head
and you seem very beautiful to me
sleeping but my works not done
i could be lying on an atom bomb
i’ll take care
cause i know you’ll be there
you seem very beautiful to me
it is the rest of your life keeps a rolling and rolling
picture in my pocket looks like you
it is the rest of your life keeps a rolling, rolling, rolling along