City's bringing me down, oh
So pick me up and turn me around
Pick me up and turn me around, oh
Try to keep my troubles at bay
Did not see it ending this way
With the whiskey taste still on my tongue
I fear I'll never feel young again
But lets not forget today
Because the daze of the daze of the days
Could make it all just slip away
Yeah our minds are as free
Because we were meant to be More from The Hundred Acre Woods