Humble Pie A Song For Jenny
Where you goin now, flower? Scarf around your head
Walkin in the morning mist, while I lay still in bed.
When I woke up this morning, the sky was old and gray
I wonder how you think of me, when I'm so far away.
There's icy fingers in the air
I feel them on my cheeks.
It amazes me that I'm still here, and you're still
there...
'Cause I ain't been home in weeks.
Ain't been home in weeks....
My head needs air conditioning, my eyes are plain and
pearled (?)
Today it's Albuquerque, tomorrow... it's the world.
