Bruce Hornsby

B. r. hornsby
Hey now, where are you going
Where are you going to my friend
Said Im going out to find
The pastures of plenty
I believe theyre out there somewhere
Did you hear about the girl
Alone in the world
Thought she was losing her mind
She found it in the discarded refuse pile
Down near the railroad line
A book of sonnets torn and tattered
A few remained intact
One held the key, she said to me
To getting some feeling back
Sometimes my head turns round and round
Sometimes you talk but I cant hear a sound
Sometimes I look down, find my feet off the ground
I feel that Im somewhere else bound
Hey now, where are you going