"Cinnamon Girl"

I wanna live with a cinnamon girl      
I could be happy the rest of my life 
With a cinnamon girl.  
          
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night 
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,      
My cinnamon girl.       
     
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow 
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows      
For his cinnamon girl. 
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night 
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,     
My cinnamon girl.       
     
Pa sent me money now      
I'm gonna make it somehow 
I need another chance      
You see your baby loves to dance 
Yeah...yeah...yeah.       


"HITCHHIKER"
      
When I was a hitchhiker on the road 
I had to count on you      
But you needed me to ease the load 
And for conversation too      
Or did you just drive on through.       
     
You didn't see me in Toronto      
When I first tried out some hash 
Smoked some then and I'll do it again      
If I only had some cash 
Only had some cash.            

Then I tried amphetamines 
And my head was in a glass      
Taped underneath the speedometer wires 
Of my '48 Buick's dash.      
But I knew that wouldn't last. 
      
Then came California      
Where I first saw open water 
In the land of opportunity      
I knew I was getting hotter 
I knew I was getting hotter.            

But the neon lights 
And the endless nights      
The neon lights      
And the endless nights 
The neon lights      
And the endless nights      
The neon lights 
And the endless nights      
They took me by surprise 
The doctor gave me valium      
But I still couldn't close my eyes 
I still couldn't close my eyes.            

Then came paranoia 
And it ran away with me      
I couldn't sign my autograph 
Or appear on TV      
Or see or be seen      
See or be seen 
Or see or be seen.   
         
Living in the country 
Sounded good to me      
Smoking grass while the summer lasts 
In the real organic sea      
Where everything was green 
Everything was green.            

Then we had a kid and we split apart 
I was living on the road      
A little cocaine went a long long way 
To ease that different load      
But my head did explode 
My head did explode.
            
I wish I was an Aztec 
Or a runner in Peru      
I would build such beautiful buildings 
To house the chosen few      
Like an Inca from Peru.       
     
When I was a hitchhiker on the road      
I had to count on you 
But you needed me to ease the load      
And for conversation too 

Or did you just drive on      
Did you just drive on  
Did you just drive on through.            
Or did you just drive on 
Did you just drive on       
Did you just drive on through. 

Sounds from Another Room