The Association - Forty Times lyrics

Many is the time That I have run around my mind And run into a blind alley Yes I’ve rode a horse of red Down through the valleys of my head I did not get out of the saddle I clung to a bird of green And rested in the in-between I saw the mountain and how to get there Baby, now I wanna get from behind this cloud I’m tired of pushin’ Shady valleys in the summertime A warm fireplace in the fall That’s where I’m goin’ And I want you to be by my side, that’s all That’s all Many is the place That I have run a ragged race And I have lost, but I won also And more and more I see The sparkling tinsel on the tree Is less attractive than the pine needles And everybody in this whole wide world is free If they would only let themselves be As I wish I could And I will someday Baby, now I wanna get from behind this cloud I’m tired of pushin’ I’m tired of pushin’ I want some kind of cushion Push-push-push-pushin’ I want some kind of cushion