Torture Blogging 60’s Ba-looooooze

Yes I’m crying, yes I’m crying, hey i’m crying, hey I’m crying

Well the bouquet rocks my senses, and the blues they roll my mind,

and I’m in a strange condition and my head is hard to find.

And I just keep on searching, trying to seek my goal, and I just

keep on studying, Oh trying to find a road.

And I’m crying, and I’m crying, Hey I’m crying, hey I’m crying

Wait for the sunshine, look at the rain, look at my future all

seem the same. Hard to distinguish right from the wrong, look at

my troubles coming on strong.

Only God knows, oh where my search will end, ’cause a freak ain’t

got no money and a pauper has no friends, and there ain’t no use

in worrying and there ain’t no use in dying, oh, no use testifying

and there ain’t none you could buy.

And I’m crying, and I’m crying, hey I’m crying, oh, I’m crying

I’m a space cowboy

Bet you weren’t ready for that

I’m a space cowboy

I’m sure you know where it’s at

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was born on this rock

And I’ve been travelin’ through space

Since the moment I first realized

What all you fast talkin’ cats would do if you could

You know, I’m ready for the final surprise

There ain’t no way around it

Ain’t nothing to say

That’s gonna satisfy my soul deep inside

All the prayers and surveyors

Keep the whole place uptight

While it keeps on gettin’ darker outside

I’m a space cowboy

Bet you weren’t ready for that

I’m a space cowboy

I’m sure you know where it’s at

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds

The boys in the military shirts

I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies

And I don’t let my friends get hurt

All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers

Better find something new to say

Cause you’re the same old story

It’s the same old crime

And you got some heavy dues to pay