was he going to And he tried but before he could tell us he died When he left us the people cried Where was he going to, going to? He had a different
he might say But he knew, he knew more than me or you No one could see his view Oh, where was he going to But he knew, you could tell by the picture
Vertimas: Kanzasas. Portretas (žinojo).
speak of He was off on another plane The words that he said were a mystery Nobody's sure he was sane But he knew, he knew more than me or you No one
