The sound of cars, the smell of bars, the awful feeling of electric heat Under fluorescent lights, there's sacrifice, there's hard feelings there's pointless waste
I Dream of Jeannie (With Light Brown Hair)"I long for Jeannie with the daydawn smile Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile I hear her melodies, like joys gone by Sighing 'round my heart over the fond hopes that die"