A Song for Jenny
Steve Marriott
Where you goin' now, flower?
Scarf around your head
Walking in the morning mist
While I lay still in bed
When I woke up this morning
The sky was old and grey
I'm wonderin' how you think of me
When I'm so far away
There's icy fingers in the air
I feel them on my cheeks
It amazes me that I'm still here and you're still there
'Cause I ain't been home in weeks
Ain't been home in weeks (Ooh)
Ain't been home in weeks (Find my way home)
Ain't been home in weeks (Ooh, hey)
Ain't been home in weeks
Oh yeah (Come 'ere)
Ooh-ooh (Singin')
Oh yeah
Ooh-ooh
Well, my head needs air conditionin'
My eyes are plain and pearled
Today, it's Albuquerque, tomorrow
It's the world