| Written by: Barry Gibb (1972) Lead vocals: Barry Gibb Album: Life in a tin can (1973) | I cry tears of emotion to spread across the USA. Ain’t no sunshine, cowboy, in your pockets. I’ll make my own way, while I play. Baby, you forgot you’re living. Someone covered up your eyes. In my way at least I’m giving what I love, am I wise? There’s gonna be some confusion. And there’s gonna be a day you’ll raise your eyes and you’ll look to the skies and you’ll pray, while I play. I am my father’s son or that is what I heard. Maybe I got it wrong. I didn’t mean a word. You got my face and I’ll play your ace, pretend I haven’t heard. There’s gonna be some confusion. And there’s gonna be a day, you’ll raise your eyes and you’ll look to the skies and you’ll pray, while I play. I am a minstrel, that is all I want to be. I’ll play inside your soul, I’ll show you to yourself, I’ll fill your head with wild emotions, a symphony in wealth. There’s gonna be some confusion. And there’s gonna be a day, you’ll raise your eyes and you’ll look to the skies and you’ll pray, while I play I will take my leave, I gotta move on time. I played inside your soul, I made you sing along. I will return to find out if the melody was wrong. There’s gonna be some confusion. And there’s gonna be a day, you’ll raise your eyes and you’ll look to the skies and you’ll pray, while I play. |