Testi:
Morrison Van Magic Time

If I don?t see you through the week See you through the window See you next time that we?re talking on the telephone And if I don?t see you in that Indian

It?s just the gypsy in my soul Make me pack up my things and go It may seem like I?m on a roll But it?s just the gypsy in my soul Layin? out in the

Some days it gets completely crazy And I feel like howling at the moon Then sometimes it feels so easy Like I was born with a silver spoon Other times

a while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don?t mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin? to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time

stranded And I?m stranded between that ol? devil and the deep blue sea And nobody?s gonna tell me, tell me what, what time it is Everyday, everyday, it?s hustle, hustle time, hustle time

Sold me out for a few shekels and divided up my robes They sold me out It?s the oldest story that?s ever been told They sold me out Didn?t even give

on doctor, carry on nurse Carry on, till you get what you're after, carry on, till it can't get much worse One more time Carry on regardless, carry

If I don't see you through the week See you through the window See you next time that we're talking on the telephone And don't see you in that Indian

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay You got to fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay Got to fight with all your might not to get in