Your Mysterious Mountains I Wish To See

If There's A New Idea, A New Invention, Or A New Gas, Or A New Whatever You Know, It Should Be Brought At Least Into The Open Instead Of Carrying These Same Old Burdens Around With You.

Your People I Do Not Understand, So To You I Shall Put An End, And You'll Never Hear Surf Music Again.

I Didn't Mean To Take Up All Your Sweet Time... I'll Give It Right Back To You, One Of These Days

Is This Love, Baby, Or Is This Just Confusion?

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.