Whatever You're Looking For, Don't Come Around

He Don't Wanna Change, What Don't Need To Change.

My Mama Was A Rocker Way Back In Fifty-three, Buys Them Old Records That They Sell On Tv.

If You Stretch Your Imagination, I'll Tell You All A Tale, About A Time When Everything Wasn't Up For Sale.

You Belong Among The Wildflowers You Belong In A Boat Out At Sea You Belong With Your Love On Your Arm You Belong Somewhere You Feel Free

You're Dealing In Magic-it's This Intangible Thing That Has To Happen. And To Seek It Out Too Much Might Not Be A Good Idea. Because, You Know, It's Very Shy, Too. But Once You've Got The Essence Of Them, You Can Work Songs And Improve Them. You See If There's A Better Word, Or A Better Change.