Life with Fleetwood.

I'm the crazy one,
the fool by the crosswalk,
standing,
Listening to the sound of the chair,
as it drags across the rug,
I can't be in one place too long.
So I don't stay!
I feel that God is watching me.
Holding me,
taking me,
I want to look out over the years.
And ask you how you've been.
I want to streach my hands over my eye's
and fly with angels.
The sparkle is gone from my eye's.
Please put them back immediately.
I talk to my freinds.
They are all birds,
they come and see me
every now and again.
All of the years passed
then all at once I saw you,
standing,
listening to the sound of the chair,
They say I'm crazy,
what a lovely way to begin,'
a melody of freindship,
and the sound,
of my heart,
beating against the steel cage,
prove to me,
tranquility,
They say I'm the crazy one,
but yet,
still I know,
you are my mighty rock, my shield,
the bible tells me so.
I am the Angel.

Up next Stevie Nicks!
"I can't believe anybody try and steal my music!"