Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Benefit {1970}

In days of peace, sweet smelling summer nights
Of wine and song, dusty pavements burning feet
Why am I crying, I want to know
How can I smile and make it right
For sixty days and eighty nights
And not give in and lose the fight

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me then it probably will

I won't go down acting the same old play
Give sixty days for just one night
Don't think I'd make it, but then I might

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me then it probably will

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me then it probably will

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me then it probably will

Everyday there�s someone asking, "What is there to do?"
Should I love or should I fight - is it all the same to you
No, I say, I have the answer proven to be true
But if I were to share it with you, you would stand to gain and I to lose
Oh, I couldn�t bear it, so I�ve got nothing to say
Nothing to say, nothing to say

Every morning pressure forming all around my eyes
Ceilings crash, the walls collapse, broken by the lies
That your misfortune brought upon us and I won�t disguise them
So, don�t ask me will I explain, I won�t even begin to tell you why
No, just because I have a name, well, I�ve got nothing to say
Nothing to say, nothing to say

Climb a tower of freedom, paint your own deceiving sign
It�s not my power to criticize or to ask you to be blind
To your own pressing problem and the hate you must unwind
And ask of me no answer, there is none that I could give you wouldn�t find
I went your way ten years ago and I�ve got nothing to say
Nothing to say, nothing to say

Nothing, nothing to say
Nothing, nothing to say
Nothing, nothing to say, nothing to say
Nothing, nothing to say, nothing to say
Nothing, nothing to say

All the places I've been make it hard to begin
To enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to
Take a walk around the block and be glad that I've got
Me some time to be in from the outside and inside with you

I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had
And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made
Here on the inside, outside's so far away

And we'll laugh and we'll sing, get someone to bring
Our friends here for tea in the evening - oh, Jeffrey makes three
Take a walk in the park, does the wind in the dark
Sound like music to you, well, I'm thinking it does to me

Can you cook, can you sew, well, I don't want to know
That is not what you need on the inside to make the time go
Counting lambs, counting sheep, we will fall into sleep
And we awake to a new day of living and loving you so

Oh, I feel sympathy
Be grateful, my son, for what you get
Expression and passion
Ten days for watching the sunset
When I was your age amusement we made for ourselves
"Permission to breathe sir."
Don't talk like that, I'm your old man
They'll soon be demobbed son
So join up as soon as you can
You can't borrow that cos that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees

I only feel what touches me
And feel in touching I can see
A better state to be in
Who has the right
To question what I might do
In feeling I should touch the real
And only things I feel

It's advice and it's nice
To know when you're best advised
You've only turned thirty
So, son, you'd better apologize
And when you grow up, if you're good, we will buy you a bike

Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds, blue reflections mute and dim
Beckon tearful child of wonder to repentance of the sin
And the blind and lusty lovers of the great eternal lie
Go on believing nothing since something has to die
And the ape's curiosity, money power wins
And the yellow soft mountains move under him

I'm with you L.E.M. - though it's a shame that it had to be you
The mother ship is just a blip from your trip made for two
I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care
It's on my mind, I'm left behind when I should have been there
Walking with you

And the limp face hungry viewers fight to fasten with their eyes
Like the man hung from the trapeze whose fall will satisfy
And congratulate each other on their rare and wondrous deed
That their begrudged money bought to sow the monkey's seed
And the yellow soft mountains, they grow very still
Witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill

I'm with you L.E.M. - though it's a shame that it had to be you
The mother ship is just a blip from our trip made for two
I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care
It's on my mind, I'm left behind when I should have been there
Walking with you, with you, with you

Flying so high, trying to remember
How many cigarettes did I bring along
When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab
Driving through London town to cry you a song

It's been a long time, still shakin' my wings
Well, I'm a glad bird, I got changes to ring

Closing my dream inside its paper-bag
Thought I saw angels but I could have been wrong
Search in my case, can't find what they're looking for
Waving me through to cry you a song

It's been a long time, still shaking my wings
Well, I'm a glad bird, I got changes to ring

Lights in the street, peeping through curtains drawn
Rattling of safety chain, taking too long
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before
Came down from the skies to cry you a song

Once it seemed there would always be a time for everything
Ages passed, I knew at last, my life had never been
I�d been missing what time could bring

Fifty years and I�m filled with tears and joys I never cried
Burn the wagon and chain the mule, the past is all denied
There�s no time for everything
No time for everything, no time for everything
No time for everything, no time for everything

Well, the dawn was coming, heard him ringing on my bell
He said, "My name's the Teacher - or that is what I call myself
And I have a lesson that I must impart to you
It�s an old expression, but I must insist it�s true
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting there hating everyone
No man�s an island and his castle isn�t home
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown."

So, I took a journey, threw my world into the sea
With me went the Teacher who found fun instead of me
Hey man, what�s the plan, what was that you said
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can�t seem to find
What I was looking for, got something on my mind

Then the Teacher told me it had been a lot of fun
Thanked me for his ticket and all that I had done
Hey man, what�s the plan, what was that you said
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
What I was looking for, got something on my mind

Got to take in what I can
There is no time to do what must be done
While I do some thinking
Sleeping is hard to come by
So, we'll all sit down and try to play in time
And we feel like singing
Talking to people in my way
Talking to people in my way

Blues were my favorite color
Till I looked around and found another song
That I felt like singing
Trying so hard to reach you
Playing what must be played, what must be sung
And it's what I'm singing
Talking to people in my way
Talking to people in my way

Hello you straight-laced lady
Dressed in white, but your shoes aren't clean
Painted them up with polish
In the hope we can't see where you've been
The smiling face that you've worn
To greet me rising at morning
Send me out to work for my score
Please me and say what for
Give me the straight-laced promise
And not the pathetic lie
Tie me down with your ribbons
And sulk when I ask you why
Your Sunday paper voice cries
Demanding truths I deny
The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended
Is offered, our affair mended
Sossity - you're a woman
Society - you're a woman

All of the tears you're wasting
Are for yourself and not for me
It's sad to know you're aging
Sadder still to admit I'm free
Your immature physical toy
Has grown too young to enjoy
At last your straight-laced agreement
Woman, you were too old for me
Sossity - you're a woman
Society - you're a woman