I wish you were here, God only knows
Pink Floyd and the beach boys felt the same
From New York's streets, to London's rain
I felt your heartache
My mind is gone, like a rolling stone
out the window
This time I've flown and
They're playing sad old songs, on the radio
(More beautiful melancholy-tinged music)
I wish you were near, oh how you know
I can't stand distance and those
Love letters and roses Hands tied to phone
I'm trying to build this house from home
My mind,is gone
like a rolling stone, out the window
This time I've flown and
they're playing sad old songs
on the radio
La da da La da da da La da da Ba da da
Is the night still golden?
Is the sky still bule?
Is the night still golden?
Is the sky still blue?
Ba da da La da da Ba da da La da da
(beautiful trumpet-things and piano solo with triumphant finale mood)
My mind is gone
like a rolling stone
out the window
This time I've flown
They're playing sad old songs
On the Radio