Many's the times I've been mistakenAnd many times confused. Yes and I've often felt forsakenAnd certainly misused. Oh but I'm all alter. I'm alright,I'm just weary to my bones,Still you don't expect to be bright and bon vivantSo far away from home,So far away from home. I don't experience a soul who's not been battered,I don't undergo a friend who feels at ease,I don't experience a dream that's not been shatteredOr driven to its knees. Oh but it's alright it's alright,For we lived so come up so desire,Still when I think of the road we're trav'ling on,I wonder what's gone wrong,I can't help it. I wonder what's gone wrong.
And I dreamed I was dying. I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedlyAnd looking back down at me,Smiled reassuringly. And I dreamed I was flying,And high up above my eyes could clearly seeThe Statue of Liberty,Sailing away to sea,And I dreamed I was flying. We come on the ship they call the Mayflower,We come on the displace that sailed the moon. We come in the age's most uncertain hoursAnd sing an American Tune. Oh and it's alright it's alright it's alright. You can't be forever blessed. Still tomorrow's goin' to be another working day,And I'm trying to get some be,That's all I'm trying to get some rest.
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