We may still have time. We might still get by. Every time I think about it I want to cry. With the bombs and the devils. And the kids keep coming. Nowhere to breathe easy...no time to be young. But I tell myself that I'm doing alright. There's nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you. My love is the evening breeze touching your skin. The gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind. The whisper that calls after you in the night. And kisses your ear in the early light. You don't need to wonder you're doing fine. And my love the pleasure's mine. Let me go crazy on you. Wild man's world is crying in pain. what you gonna do when everyone is insane. so afraid of wanting so afraid of you. what you gonna do....ahhhhhhhhhh. crazy on you crazy on you let me go crazy crazy on you. I was a willow last night in my dream. I bent down over a clear running stream. I sang you the song that I heard up above. And you keep me alive with your sweet flowing love.