(ahora entiendo a) gene clark

Keep your money for the rainy days
to get round the sadness of your face,
free your worries for the better days,
ride my head and touch the sand,
Couse I'm back... yeah!

My steps always face the ground,
my cried tears flew to my youth.

See how the moon don't want to hide
and the sun don't want to shine.

If you smile at me I'll set you free.
give me diamonds or just disease,
let it go now come on up babe,
please read the book for me again,
cause I'm lying down.

My steps always face the ground,
my cried tears flew to my youth.

See how the sun don't want to shine
and the moon don't want to hide.