No 27

I've been high, and i've been down

My head in the clouds and my hands in the ground

In the arms of a woman, I found my way home

In the arms of a woman, I had been lost



When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying

I hope you'll be by me then

When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying

I hope you'll be by me then



As a young man, I was afraid

Of my life, what would I make?

I would make love, what will I hate?

What bittersweet road will I take to my grave?



And if I'm old 'til this oldness have me dying

I hope you'll be by me then

Oh, when I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying

I hope you'll be by me then

I hope you'll be by me then



Sick of you, and I'm sick of me

I'm sick of wars, and I'm sick of peace

I'm sick of sound 'til I'm sick of silence

Oh, sick of the darkness 'til I'm sick of the light



When I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying

I hope you'll be by me then

I hope you'll be by me then

Oh, when I'm so sick that this sickness have me dying

I hope you'll be by me then



Once, as a boy, I saw what happened

I saw them beat him down to the cold, cold ground

Watched those big boys beat that man down

I was too weak to make a stand



When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying

I hope you'll be by me then

When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying

I hope you'll be by me then



When I'm old 'til this oldness feels like dying

I hope you'll be by me then



So I will live as I see fit

There will be those who will not like it

But in the arms of a woman, I found my way home

So to the arms of a woman, I will go



And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying

I hope you'll be by me then