My wristwatch is broken
My shoes are untie
The time is untiken
So is the tie
But I am not worry
Things are what they are
Come rain or come shine
They are shooting stars
I've been to the south
And then to the north
The east and the west
The middle of course
They may been have strange
But I've never been lost
I've never been beat
By the road I've crossed
I gurss I've been lucky
To some degree
For someone who wait
All the food from the tree
Stars been unlined
And my goes hanging high
I'll be ok in the sweet by and by
I was born at morning
On the first day of june
Nineteen hundred
And sometimes into
Our mom was a sweet heart
My father was too
And left me watching an old parachute
I guess I've been lucky
To some degree
For someone who wait
All the food from the tree
Stars been unlined
And my goes hanging high
I'll be ok in the sweet by and by x2