Writer(s): Gordon/WarrenIn a dream the strangest and the oddest things appearAnd

spreading the news, I'm leaving todayI want to be

My window looks out over the parkAnd every year I've moved

time we almost made the pieces fit, didn't we?This

eyes are dry, my loveSince you've been gone, I

More than the greatest love the world has knownThis is the

it's indiscreetTo gaze at you each time we meetI've

how I miss you tonightMiss you while lights are lowOh,

just a garden in the rainClose to a little

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

down, look down that lonesome roadBefore you travel onLook up,

wants to be a flashy flunkies

Everybody loves somebody sometimeEverybody falls in love somehowSomething in your kiss

quarter to threeThere's no one in the place, 'cept

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderlyThe trembling trees embraced the

What can I say to you, Bonita, what magic word would

Betty the taxi driver: First we see the sights, then let's

Ever homeward, ever homeward, yearns the weary roverEver homeward, ever homeward,

Is this the way our romance endsI got the message when

(Getting stoned on sunshine, getting high on air,)Getting to it naturally,