Tommy Bolin

Winter time comes just a little too fast,
Summer just flies by on it's patient wings.
I'm just a fool for yesterdays,
I've seen too many things in so many ways.
At night I just sit in my room by the fire,
Lookin' out my misty window on the street below.
Too many people lookin' lost and forlorn,
Vagabonds without homes and no where else to go.
Pour me another glass of that sweet burgundy.