day o day (a love so free)
Singer:hiss golden messenger
the sky was a braid of many colors
and it was snowing just outside the motel down in shreveport
i left my mandolin in the rain in coushatta
i took the old path through the white clouds in a shower
i smoked my mind up in the old hotel down in cairo
where i tried to rack up all my tomorrow's tomorrows
and it was just wasted time
i'm gonna put all my pain in a bottle
and throw it all the way deep down into the east river
then walk that way with my head up like the poet