It's a strange sorta feeling
When the sun won't shine
And it's everything you need
I'll find a beatnik lover
And an Indian summer
And a yellow rosary
And I'll get it right, pretty baby
In the meantime maybe
Love's not what I need
'Till I find my mind
Some sweet sunshine and a
Reason to believe
Don't stop
Take it from me
Don't stop
You can get it for free
Don't stop
Beggin' you please
And I'll disappear for a while
Hoppin' boxcars looking for that
Fabled Broadway sign
And I'll lay with her
'Till the sun comes up
Singing quiet lullabies
I'll slave in fits
To right this ship
Travel westward on the breeze
And I'll shoot real quick
Like the Sundance Kid
I'll drive like Steve McQueen
I'll sing it 'til ya
Don't stop
Take it from me
Don't stop
You can get it for free
Don't stop
Beggin' you please
Don't stop
Open the door
Don't stop
Put your feet on the floor
Don't stop
'Til you find what you're working for
Don't stop
Take it from me
Don't stop
You can get it for free
Don't stop
Beggin' you please
Don't stop
Baby, open the door
Don't stop
Put your feet on the floor
Don't stop
'Til you find what you're working for