I'll take a little more of that, uh,
Original rhythm track.
I'm holding court with the king of the camp,
I'm a working horse, a postage stamp.
Tune up my guitar, turn on my amp.
Well, I felt so sad when I got off the plane,
I don't wanna go to New York City again.
Kissing you goodbye in the pissing rain.
But if wishful thinking's all I got,
I keep on thinking wishful thoughts,
Thinking wishful thoughts.
I wish you were here, but you're not
No, no, no, but you're not.
I feel like a sailor lost on the seas,
Catching a cold, maybe catching a breeze.
Standing on the prairie looking for trees.
Rock and roll's wrapped 'round me as tight as a noose,
And from the front of the train you can't see the caboose.
In northern New Brunswick watch out for the moose.
But if wishful thinking's all I got,
I keep on thinking wishful thoughts,
Thinking wishful thoughts.
I wish you were here, but you're not.
No, no, no, but you're not,
But you're not.
You put some gas in your tank,
You put some air in your lungs,
'Cause you know that there's a song that's gotta get sung,
'Cause it's a long, long way to Winnipeg.
And I ain't too proud to shake a leg,
Sing for my supper, break me an egg.
But if wishful thinking's all I got,
I keep on thinking wishful thoughts,
Thinking wishful thoughts.
(I'm thinking 'em right now)
I wish you were here, but you're not.
No, no, no, but you're not.
No, no, no, but you're not,
But you're not.
CDs for sale at the back of the hall,
Buy one, buy 'em all.
Couple bucks cheaper than they are at the mall,
Thank you, good night, I'll be back in the fall!
Seasons come and season go,
Nobody wants to end the rock n' roll show.
Look at you, love, you got that Golden Glow.
Goin down, goin down,
Goin down, goin down,
Goin down, goin down,
Goin down, goin down,
Goin down, goin down,
North of the sun and south of the snow,
No particular destination, no particular plant to grow.
Buckle up baby, let's rock down the road.
Highway white lines are freakin' me out,
Wondering what your doin', are you out and about?
Gettin' lost, gettin' lost, gettin' lost, gettin' lost,
Gettin' lost on the paper on my paper route.
But if wishful thinking's all I got,
I keep on thinking wishful thoughts,
Thinking wishful thoughts.
I wish you were here, but you're not.
No, no, no, but you're not.
No, no, no, but you're not.
Guitar's singing a song for free:
"Why's everybody always picking on me?"
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.
But if wishful thinking's all I got,
I keep on thinking wishful thoughts,
Thinking wishful thoughts.
I wish you were here, but you're not.
No, no, no, but you're not.
Where'd you go, cause you're not.
Hoo hoo, hoo hoo, hoo hoo, hoo hoo.