There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better
And the meek shall inherit the earth We've taken care of everything the words you hear, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
There are those who think That life has nothing left to chance A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on
s so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers
Why try? Now why? This feeling inside me says it's time I was gone Clear head, life ahead It's time I was king, now not just one more pawn Fly by night
so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road, There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers
Tłumaczenie: Pośpiech. The Spirit Of Radio.
Tłumaczenie: Pośpiech. The Spirit Of Radio Permanent Waves.
elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road, There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers
