At Twilight Time The Smog Makes A

Time To Move On, Time To Get Going. What Lies Ahead I Have No Way Of Knowing. But Under My Feet, Baby, Grass Is Growing.

I Had The Radio On, I Was Driving. Trees Flew By, Me And Del Were Singing, Little Runaway, I Was Flying.

We Don't Really Make Bad Records, Though Some People Might Like Some More Than Others. And We Have Never Really Done A Bad Show. So I Think In A Way Maybe We've Been Taken For Granted.

I Started Playing The Bass Because Nobody Else Would Play The Bass, And Then I Got Bumped Up Into Singing Because No One Else Really Wanted To Sing. So I Learned How To Sing And I Wrote The Songs, So I Tended To Get The Most Attention.

There Goes Your Freedom Of Choice, There Goes The Last Human Voice.