@migu music@

Here to sing our words and song

Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing

Mother and father, think for yourself

This is the place and the time

Make the changes, hear the time

All those silly words don't seem to rhyme

Now I'm cold and I wonder why

My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky

Tomorrow I'll be back to see if you can really be here

My, what a strange vision I have seen and what a change

What's that walkin' through my years

And breathin' on your mind?

When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs

We'll be blowin' out your mind