Very little knew he about love
In and out clubs broke veins out in his head
His world is filled with sayings
Fender Rock n'rollin'
Four bar twelves in his bed
Where do you go to
When you're high in+the morning
When you're pa**ing the good times by
Yes Where do you go+to
When you're high in+the morning
When you're pa**ing the good+times by
Just work at your music
The music is the card he smiles and calls
Illusions are yor masters
While you're being someone elses second thoughts
Where do you go to
When you're high in+the morning
When you're pa**ing the good+times by
Yes Where do you go+to
When you're high in+the morning
When you're pa**ing the good+times by
Your face is edged with appealing
You want the world to wrap you in its arms
But beneath you're ever concealing
There's an awful blues tearing you apart.
Where do you go to
When you're high in the+morning
When you're pa**ing the good+times by
Yes Where do you go+to
When you're high in the+morning
When you're pa**ing the good+times by