Welcome and spin your Hollywood, In the backyard. With a friend, on the telephone, a town right then is cooler than down. You're the one who turns it around. It's high and lost, forget about them. And this sound... Ya, I guess this sound.
Wear a bell that Saturday makes.
If you've got what it takes, fate'll come around. Pick that wish and crying thing. Get yourself to a supertown.
Who cares who's lost. It's like palm tree sickness hit home. James Taylor's on, through this pipeline, Feels real good. Flashing like rhythm, more than you could... ... imagine. If it happens. To you.
And ask me if it lasts. Yesterday's home cut in half. Good night you sleep, it'll be a heavy drive back east.