Life - Nils Lofgren

Life’s the only mother I know

Gypsy death and fortune are its motto

Chance and maturation are the father of gestation

The whole point of life’s I think to grow

The whole point of life’s I think to grow

Life’s the only father I know

Wars, recessions, depressions I know

Savage tastes of Hitler and good wines are tasting bitter

But the only point life’s I think to grow

And basically you’re the only one I know

Scaled down buildings burning

Memories that make you sit up sick

Focused tunnel vision only seems to make you swat, heck

And baby you’re the only on I know

Little kids are playin' stickball in the street

Memories that make you sit up sick

Sitting, thinking, trying to make things neat and complete

It doesn’t work, I know

Jed’s in Santa Barbara I know

Sally’s in Chicago with the band

Richard’s in L.A. and I’m feeling well

And I guess I don’t know anything at all

And baby you’re the only one I know…