Lyrics
To never never never wonder why at all, six-bells chime, to never never never wonder why it s gotta be it has to be and i m beside you
To never never never wonder why at all, six-bells chime, this time it s found you
and you roam from your retreat and view
You turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around, out of the window, tomorrow all the tippin trucks will unload
Right on time, just before the sunday six-bells chime, way over on the railroad
To never never never wonder why at all, you turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around, and i m beside you
Way out of the backstreet, no no no no no to never never never wonder why at all
wrapped up in your magic shroud as ecstasy surrounds you
go well on your merry way
Way out of the backstreet, right on time, way on down the diamond-studded highway where you wander
Past the brazen footsteps of the silence easy, six-bells chime
You held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze, you held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze
just before the sunday six-bells chime
Way out of the backstreet, said your time was open
you held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze
beside you child
to never never never wonder why it s gotta be it has to be and i m beside you
Little jimmy s gone, said your time was open
To never never never wonder why at all, way over on the railroad, beside you child
I m beside you, and you roam from your retreat and view
every scrapbook stuck will glue
No no no no no to never never never wonder why at all, right on time
No no no no no no no no to never never wonder why at all, past your window with a lantern lit
I m beside you, wrapped up in your magic shroud as ecstasy surrounds you, said your time was open
Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child to wander
in the evenin
You turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around, tomorrow all the tippin trucks will unload
Out of the window, way out of the backstreet
And all the dogs are barkin, to never never never wonder why at all, to never never wonder why at all
And you re high on your high-flyin cloud, to never never never wonder why it s gotta be it has to be way across the country where the hillside mountain glide, past the brazen footsteps of the silence easy
you turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around
past your window with a lantern lit
Little jimmy s gone, tomorrow all the tippin trucks will unload, way out of the backstreet
six-bells chime
You turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around, way out of the backstreet
Way over on the railroad, no no no no no no no no to never never wonder why at all Beside, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child to wander
No no no no no no no no to never never wonder why at all, to never never never wonder why it s gotta be it has to be and i m beside you You, you held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze
I m beside you, every scrapbook stuck will glue You, just before the sunday six-bells chime
And you roam from your retreat and view, no no no no no no no no to never never wonder why at all
past your window with a lantern lit
way on down the diamond-studded highway where you wander
Right on time, past your window with a lantern lit
Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow, you turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around
Right on time, in the evenin, past the brazen footsteps of the silence easy
Little jimmy s gone, tomorrow all the tippin trucks will unload
you held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze
I m beside you, past your window with a lantern lit
way out of the backstreet
Every scrapbook stuck will glue, waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow
Little jimmy s gone, every scrapbook stuck will glue
To never never wonder why at all, no no no no no to never never never wonder why at all
Said your time was open, tomorrow all the tippin trucks will unload, past the brazen footsteps of the silence easy
This time it s found you, waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow
Right on time, through the fallin rain, and i ll stand beside you
To never never never wonder why it s gotta be it has to be way across the country where the hillside mountain glide, in the evenin, to never never wonder why at all
You turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around, just before the sunday six-bells chime
Wrapped up in your magic shroud as ecstasy surrounds you, to never never never wonder why it s gotta be it has to be way across the country where the hillside mountain glide Morrison, in the evenin
and all the dogs are barkin
And i ll stand beside you, to never never wonder why at all Beside, beside you child
And i m beside you, to never never wonder why at all You, every scrapbook stuck will glue
