ROCK
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news.
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before.
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before.
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed