We may still have time
We might still get by
Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids [bad word] 
Nowhere to breathe easy...no time to be young
But I tell myself that I'm doing alright
There's nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you

My love is the evening breeze touching your skin
The gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind
The whisper that calls, after you in the night
And kisses your ear in the early light
You don't need to wonder, you're doing fine
And my love, the pleasure's mine
Let me go crazy on you

Wild man's world is crying in pain
What're you going to do?
I was a willow last night in my dream
I bent down over a [bad word] stream
I sang you the song that I heard up above