Hide It In A Hiding Place Where

Some People Never Say The Words ‘i Love You’, For Like A Child They’re Longing To Be Told.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

Take Me. I'm An Ordinary Player In The Key Of C. And My Will Was Broken By My Pride And My Vanity. Who's Gonna Love You When You're Looks Are Gone? God Will. Like He Waters The Flowers On Your Window Sill.

Where Have You Gone, Joe Dimaggio? A Nation Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You.

So I'll Continue To Continue To Pretend My Life Will Never End, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.