Letras:
Hancock Herbie River

: Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons ev'rywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block

: Out on some borderline Some mark of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these

: I am on a lonely road and I am traveling Traveling, traveling, traveling Looking for something, what can it be Oh I hate you some, I hate you some

: I was driving across the burning desert When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of

: Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of

: (feat. Norah Jones) Love came to my door With a sleeping roll And a madman's soul He thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark

Love came to my door with a sleeping roll And a madman's soul he thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman to court

In my solitude You haunt me With dreadful ease Of days gone by In my solitude You taunt me With memories That never die I sit in my chair And filled

I was driving across the burning desert when I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the