WILKINSON, Meu Billy, pode ser que não se lembre

She packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour: 9:00 a.mAnd I'm

You may not believe itBut I don't believe in miracles anymoreAnd

Elton got electric bootsA mohair suitYou know I read

Norma JeaneThough I never knew you at allYou had

kids, shake it loose togetherThe spotlight's hittin' somethingThat's

pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junkSaid "I'm

out here in the darknessI hear the howling windSometimes

sun is up and the shades are all pulled

been out here on this road someCan't help feeling

said, "I predictThat the world will end at half

She packed my bags last night pre-flightZero hour: 9 a.m. And I'm

1: Elton a hill long ago, on a cold

There's a calm surrender to the rush of dayWhen the heat

Não há muito que eu não dividiCom  você, por onde andeiE 

Often these daysAnd always these nightsI find I'm afraidOf the turbulent

Like father, like sonLike father, like sonLike father, like sonDon't come

Twentieth century blues are getting me downBlues, escape those dreary twentieth

Spring is here, the sky is blueBirds will sing as if

Zazu, deres majestætGodmorgen ZazuMå jeg aflægge dagens raport?Fyr bare