( SA Broughton )
I got things on my mind, growin` wings on my time,
and my life is flyin` by and changin`. Might I see
you by and by,
just the once before we all die, though heaven
is gonna be a sight for eyes it`s deranging.
An I`m gettin` restless in this room the things
you`re doing are gonna do me in.
Somebody`s gonna have to rescue me.
Or there`ll be nothing to
choose between Bonaparte and you.
