There Are Times When You Get Hit

Well, The First Days Are The Hardest Days, Don't You Worry Anymore. When Life Looks Like Easy Street There Is Danger At Your Door.

Walk Out Of Any Doorway Feel Your Way, Feel Your Way Like The Day Before Maybe You'll Find Direction Around Some Corner Where It's Been Waiting To Meet You.

When It Seems Like The Night Will Last Forever, And There's Nothing Left To Do But Count The Years, When The Strings Of My Harp To Sever, And Stones Fall From My Eyes Instead Of Tears... I Will Walk Alone By The Black Muddy River, And Dream Me A Dream Of My Own, I Will Walk Alone By The Black Muddy River, And Sing Me A Song Of My Own.

But I Would Rather Be With You, Somewhere In San Francisco On A Back Porch In July, Just Looking Up To Heaven, At This Crescent In The Sky

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.