Written by Bob Welch. The swamp is getting deeper all the time And the faces that I see don't seem to shine Now there's too much Warhol hanging off the wall And the mystery that there used to be is gone Let me go Miles away Let me ride Just miles away Don't wanna know I'm not gonna miss it much Gonna be drivin' once again Don Juan goes up in a cloud of smoke And all those Hare Krishnas turned out to be a joke And it's restless, restless, restless all the time Slidin' up and down the surface of this life Now I know that I can't say what's black and white But if I could fly I think I'd try tonight
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