Locked in a struggle for the right combination -
Of words in a melody line,
I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination
Golden clouds were shuffling the sunshine

But if I ever get back to the twentieth century,
Guess I'll have to pay off some debts
Open the book of my vanishing memory,
With it's catalogue of regrets
Stand up for the deeds I did, and those I didn't do
Sit down, shut up, think about God,
And wait for the hour of my rescue

We don't mean to mess things up,
But mess them up we do
And then it's "Oh, I'm sorry"
Here's a smiling photograph
Of love when it was new
At a birthday party
Make a wish and close your eyes:
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Early December, and brown as a sparrow,
Frost creeping over the pond
I shoot a thought into the future,
And it flies like an arrow, through my liftime
And beyond
If I ever come back as a tree, or a crow,
Or even the wind-blown dust;
Find me on the ancient road
In the song when the wires are hushed
Hurry on and remember me,
As I'll remember you
Far above the golden clouds,
The darkness vibrates
The earth is blue

And everything about it is a love song
Everything about it
Everything about it is a love song
Everything about it
Everything about it is a love song