There's a man I know, who looks life me. We hung out when I was three. He sounds a lot like me too. Sitting under a tree and singing the blues. The Aint It Funny That Bears Like Honey blues. The Aint It Funny That Bears Like Honey blues. Back when he was about my age, He got lost in the world in much the same way. He started sounding funny. Just like me. When I was six years old and eight feet tall. I told him I would never ever stop growing. Then I did. Ended up about the same size that he is. But thats alright he's the biggest man I know. Thats alright he's the biggest man I know. Well its alright to tell your dad you love him. Its alright to tell your dad you love him. Its alright, its alright, its alright, its ok. Its alright to tell your dad you love him. He's been up and down the endless highway. He was a newborn lying naked on the floor. He was a rooster, stole some bread, when the boss raised his finger he fled. Now he's settled down in heaven, to contemplate time. With a wife who turns water into wine. Well it sounds divine, but it aint, ahhh naw, its real as the soil. Well its alright to tell your dad you love him. Its alright to tell your dad you love him. Its alright, its alright, its alright, its ok. Its alright to tell your dad you love him. Well you've had a full life pop, and I know its about to get a lot fuller. Cause i like the way our voices sound together, and I think that they might to. So this, this here, this here's an invitation. An open invitation. To you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you. Well its alright to tell your dad/son you love him. Its alright to tell your dad/son you love him. Its alright, its alright, its alright, its ok. Its alright to tell your dad/son you love him.

When I was a little boy, I walked around on my bare feet. I walked around on thorns and leaves. I walked around beneath the trees. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs. Voices rose above the trees, from the hearts beneath them. I dreamt a dream on my bare feet. I dreamt a dream beneath them. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs. Now I got my love and joy, and she's laying by me. I hold her close, I hold her light, Until my heart is laughing. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs. We make love all day and night, To our hearts desire. We make love on light and dark, Till our hearts catch fire. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs. In the morning, in the sun, In the evening when it downs.

I’m so full of wonder, so much I could burst. Wondering why your here and why they were here first. Wondering what one glance will make pass, and why chances dance is the only thing that lasts. Wondering whose who, and what to do, it seems we’ve all got a ticket, So I’ll go ahead and make me, me, If you promise to make you, you. The who’s and why’s, that drive our lives, could all be seen as simple lies. But life implies that we all lie, and those lies are only broken by the wise. Because eyes that see cannot tell lies just dreams. So it seems, You’re stuck in your own makebelieve, But so am I. The new life, newborn, never breathed, See’s colors bleed, feels winds breeze, Loves warmth. So I wink and I whistle and I call you all gold, Because what I see is a life in which you can’t grow old, You can only grow, so. Whisper when you must. Kiss when you trust. Tell stories with your gaze. Announce your own parade. Be brave, be bold, be here. Cause dear, we all love you, we’re just trying to find the words. We all know you; we just think we sound absurd. Everyone kisses your feet as you walk. Your footprints though muddied, are stamped in our clocks. The time that you’re here may come as a shock, because you couldn’t be anyone else. But I know it to in myself, and it makes me. The new life, newborn, never breathed, See’s colors bleed, feels winds breeze, Loves warmth. So full of wonder, so much I could burst. Wondering why your here and why they were here first. Wondering what one glance will make pass, and why chances dance is the only thing that lasts. I wonder why thunder makes so much sound, and if there’s anything to which life is bound. I wonder where it is that the sun meets the stars, and who it is telling us that this world is ours. I wonder through blunders. I wonder when drained. I wonder when quiet. I wonder at pain. I wonder if anyone wonders the same. Do the twists in my curls get stronger with rain? Do the shackles we wear come off just the same? Does anything anywhere ever get explained? No. So. Why wonder? Why not? Why wonder? Why not? Why wonder? Why not? Well you don’t have to, but you can. Don’t you see, its simplicity man, because this world is yours, so understand that it’s mine too. We’re connected at the hip, Each twist is felt quick. So blow me a kiss and I’ll build you a ship, and we’ll sail on the same wind, away, away. Wondering what we will wonder today. Drifting afloat, cause all we can say is. How beautiful, How wonderful, How sad, How insane, How tired, How trite, How lucky, How arranged, How wistful, How sour, How incredible, How inspired, How full of awe, Is this play of ours?

Oh there's a place where the water hits ground, and the sound comes all around and we dance real loud. Oh there's a place where the water is the sound. Oh there's a place where the sun shines true, It shines so bright that you lose your view. Oh there's a place where the sun shines true. There's a place where all your troubles go. There's a place where all your troubles go. And its face is one you've always known. There's a place where all your troubles go. Oh there's a place where your shadows play, Play tricks on your truth, then they slip away. Oh there's a place where your shadow plays. There's a place where all your troubles go. There's a place where all your troubles go. And its face is one you've always known. There's a place where all your troubles go.

Been riding from New York to San Antone, San Antonio to Champaign, All over the places that the road has passed, I was singing that song about the Greyhound Bus. On the Greyhound Bus I'm rocking and a rolling I'm rocking and a rolling all day and night. And if you wanna see me, Just book yourself a ticket, Book yourself a ticket on the Greyhound Bus I can't take my wife hitchhiking on the road, And a car of my own I cannot afford. The plains and trains they cost to much, So I'm rocking and a rolling on the Greyhound Bus. On the Greyhound Bus I'm rocking and a rolling I'm rocking and a rolling all day and night, And if you wanna see me, Just book yourself a ticket, Book yourself a ticket on the Greyhound Bus I'm going to Champaign to work on my life, I don't know what will happen as I'm riding on that bus. But if I don't like it, I won't think twice, I'll book myself a ticket on the Greyhound Bus. On the Greyhound Bus I'm rocking and a rolling I'm rocking and a rolling all day and night, And if you wanna see me, Just book yourself a ticket, Book yourself a ticket on the Greyhound Bus