Don’t want to be on no rooftop
Frying in the afternoon sun
Don’t want to sit by no fountain
Listening to the man-made stream run
Just want to stand where the sea-spray
Gleams like fire with you
And i don’t have to tell you why.
Don’t want to go to no parties
Full of fair-weather friends
Don’t want to be in no «in» crowd
Chasing after every trend
Just want to stand on some hillside
In Wales with you
And fly — don’t have to tell you why.
Don’t want to live in no mansion
Ornate as a crown prince’s church
Don’t want to live on no sidewalk
Under neath no pigeon’s perch
Just want to stand at the rainbow’s
REAL end with you
And i don’t have to tell you why.
Toronto — //