It just occurs to me on, on this night, being here this night
It seems, like, uh, this would be a good song, you know, as long as you're filming this and recording it
I'd , I'd like to send this out, with love to Bill Graham tonight, if I could
I'm tired, Joey Boy
While you're out with, the sheep
My life is, so troubled
I can't go to sleep
And I would walk myself out
But the streets are so dark
I would wait 'til, the morning
And walk in, the park
Yeah, life is, so simple
When one is at home
And I'm never, complaining
When there's work to be done
Oh, I'm tired, Joey Boy, of the makings of men
I would like to, be cheerful, again
And ambition will take you
And ride you too far
And conservatism, will bring you
To boredom once more
So go out by the river
And watch the stream flow
Recall all those dreams
That you once used to know
The ones you've forgotten
That took you away
To pastures not greener, but meaner
Yeah, the love, of the simple, is all that I need
I've no time, for schism, or lovers of greed
Go up to the mountain, go up to the glen
When silence, will touch you
And hearbreak will mend
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