No. 27 (from Live At Piedmont Park) Lyrics

I've been high, and i've been down
My head in the clouds and my hands in the ground
In the arms of a woman, I found my way home
In the arms of a woman, I had been lost

When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then

As a young man, I was afraid
Of my life, what would I make?
I would make love, what will I hate?
What bittersweet road will I choose to my grave?

And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
Oh, when I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then

Sick of you, and I'm sick of me
I'm sick of war, and I'm sick of peace
I'm sick of sound, Like I'm sick of silence
I grow sick of the darkness, 'til I'm sick of the light

When I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying I hope you'll be by me then
Oh, when I'm so sick that this sickness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then

I was just a boy, I saw what happened
I saw them beat him down, to the cold, cold ground
I Watched those big boys beat that man down
I was too weak to take a stand

When I'm so weak that this weakness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm old till this oldness feels like dyin,
I hope you'll be by me then

So I will live as I see fit
There will be those who will not like it
But in the arms of a woman, I found my way home
So to the arms of a woman, I will always go

And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope she'll be by me then
If I'm old til this oldness has me dying,
I hope you'll be by me then

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