Show Me the Way

Show me the way, baby, I'm young and dying, and I need to live again and be with you and love you, and sing the blues with you, to love you to have you to hold you to kiss you to care for you to play with you. Show me the way, baby, I want you to show me the way, to go to the age of day and to love you. Walk on with me and sing with me, smoke with me, sit with me, drink with me, lay with me, love with me, listen with me and show the way, baby, I'm dying and I can't have it much longer. What else is there to say, I can't hear anything anymore, and I lost my love for everyone else, except you. It is horrible to grow old, oh so old and to count down the days, till death grips your hand and I've lost my head and gone and lost and holding nothing and nothing and nothing... on and on. Gone. Lost. Love. Life. Laugh. and always smile. And show me the way, baby, hold my hand, and let's show the way. Come on, baby.