Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
For all you mad musicians when your dreams of fortune melt
For all the crazy artists locked up painting for themselves
For all the captive dancers in their motion sickness hell
Well I hope that it goes well
And I hope somehow you sell to someone sometime
And you're all dressed up like paradise
But when it's goodbye to the crowd
Won't you walk me round your garden
Before your sun goes down
For all the politicians with their conscience for the earth
For all the aging teachers looking round so far from birth
For all excited scientists who run for all they're worth
Well I hope that it goes well
And I hope somehow you sell to someone sometime
And you're all dressed up like paradise
But when it's goodbye to the crowd
Won't you walk me round your garden
Before your sun goes down
Well I hope that it goes well
And I hope somehow you sell to someone sometime
And you're all dressed up like paradise
But when it's goodbye to the crowd
Won't you walk me round your garden
Before your sun goes down