Flyin' me back to Memphis Gotta find my Daisy Jane Well, the summer's gone And I hope she's feelin' the same Well, I left her just to roam the city Thinkin
seek and find What you're hoping for Come The treasure is yours You're running out of time When morning comes Your dreams are real In dewy fields
Tradução: Bel Canto. Los campos cubiertos de rocío.
