Life's the only mother I know
Gypsy death and fortune are its motto
Chance and maturation are the father of gestation
The whole point of life's I think to grow
The whole point of life's I think to grow

Life's the only father I know
Wars, recessions, depressions I know
Savage tastes of Hitler and good wines are tasting bitter
But the only point life's I think to grow
And basically you're the only one I know

Scaled down buildings burning
Memories that make you sit up sick
Focused tunnel vision only seems to make you swеat, heck
And baby you're the only onе I know

Little kids are playin' stickball in the street
Memories that make you sit up sick
Sitting, thinking, trying to make things neat and complete
It doesn't work, I know

Jed's in Santa Barbara I know
Sally's in Chicago with the band
Richard's in L.A. and I'm feeling well
And I guess I don't know anything at all
And baby you're the only one I know...