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I want to be a happy face behind the glass in a pizza parlor, eating my pizza, laughing about the rain. I want to be a love musician, play my songs for all who listen, pick and sing from morning until night. But I am sort of noncommittal. All my plans are weak and brittle, wandering through this razed and ravaged land. The only things I do with force, all right, are play guitar, of course. Besides that, I’m a feather in the wind.
I want to be a happy face behind the glass in a pizza parlor, eating my pizza, laughing about the rain. I want to be a love musician, play my songs for all who listen, pick and sing from morning until night.
I called for an apartment out in Brooklyn. Someone else was already looking, so I just shrugged and played some more guitar. But life has got some plans in store, and come a month, I’m out the door. So I had better kick this act in gear.
I want to be a happy face behind the glass in a pizza parlor, eating my pizza, laughing about the rain. I want to be a love musician, play my songs for all who listen, pick and sing from morning until [Music] night.