Lyrics

People laughing You've got to know just what you're doing See her crying It's not the color of her hair Someone's listening Conversations through the teapot [?] What are they thinking? It sounds so different But he can't see Though he's looking right at me And the sun's blinding eye Helps me get by Angels talking Blowin' smoke into my earhole Which one's winning? Well, you both can take a drive High and low road Doesn't matter if you're flying Watch your head though I'd really hate to see you fall But he can't see Though he's looking right at me And the sun's blinding eye It lets me get by The crowd has gathered Like a jury on a tabletop Some are searching Another raises his right hand Two together They're telling secrets, forming unions Some are dying Planting flowers as they go But he can't see Though he's looking right at me And the sun's blinding eye It helped me get high