Pastures Of Plenty Lyrics
B. R. HornsbyHey Now, where are you goingWhere are you going to my friendSaid I'm going out to findThe pastures of plentyI believe they're out there somewhereDid you hear about the girlAlone in the worldThought she was losing her mindShe found it in the discarded refuse pileDown near the railroad lineA book of sonnets torn and tatteredA few remained intactOne held the key, she said to meTo getting some feeling backSometimes my head turns round and roundSometimes you talk but I can't hear a soundSometimes I look down, find my feet off the groundI feel that I'm somewhere else boundHey Now, where are you goingWhere are you going to my friendSaid I'm going out to findThe pastures of plentyI believe they're out there somewhereShe looked down the railroad trackLined with trees on each sideShe prayed for the strength to run to the boxcarTo pull herself up for the rideYou invite me to your house - you're so sincereWe sit so close for a whileYou reach out for me in the low light so clearBut you look like you're frowning when you smileHanging around just to see what could happenHanging on by oh, the thinnest threadSometimes I see the faintest glimpseSometimes I feel I'd be better off in bedHey Now, where are you goingWhere are you going to my friendSaid I'm going out to findThe pastures of plentyI believe they're out there somewhere
Bruce Hornsby Pastures Of Plenty
