All that Glitters is not Gold

PigPen.

1945 - 1973

Look over yonder, tell me what do you see?

10,000 people looking after me

I may be famous, or I may be noone

But in the end, all the races I've run

Don't make my race run in vane

Seem like there's no tomorrow

Seem like all my yesterdays were filled with pain

There's nothing but darkness tomorrow

If you gonna do me like you say you do

If you gonna change your mind & walk away

It don't seem to matter much anymore

Don't even ask me the time of day

'Cause I don't know

Don't make me live in this pain no longer

You know I'm getting weaker, not stronger

My poor heart can't stand much more

So why don't you just start talkin'

If you're gonna walk out that door, start walkin

I'll get by somehow

Maybe not tomorrow, but somehow

I know someday I will find someone

Who can ease my pain

Like you once done

Yes I know we had a good thing going

Seemed like a long time

Seemed like a long time

Like a long time

Like a long time

----------Ron McKernan --January, 1973