from "Caravan" (p)1968

Yesterday's face
Is not the one I choose to see
Nor is the face
Of someone who gets much too close to me

I've got this place of my own
Where I can go when I feel [bad word] down
We'll do our best to ensure
You'll feel secure if [bad word] 
Love is the thing you crave
But it lies asleep inside of all your heads
Please, why don't you live a bit today?
For tomorrow you may find that you are dead

I've got this place of my own
Where I can go when I feel [bad word] down
We'll do our best to ensure
You'll feel secure if [bad word]