Quitting Your Daydreams

I'll take your punches
I'll take on your faults
While you roam around in search of what's wrong with the
World and it's people who are living at large
I'll sever what's mine in the unselfish act of my
Life and my time, Oh righteous me

You'd never look at me
The same way again

I'm out selling roses
On a Sunday afternoon
I'm thinkin about things that give me a new found res-
Pect for the blues and the comforts we seek
When we cease to amaze me my knees will go week and I'll
Fall on my face and breath into the ground

Would you ever look at me
The same way again

Cause I have a place in mind
Where we could spend the rest of our time
Go West, young man, Go West
It's where it all began.