World

On my own and I'm so alive to the world
Don't feel down when I look around at my world
'Cause my right hand's picking and my left hand's gently curled
My music's playing and my thoughts keep straying to you
Ain't no day like the day I lay and felt blue
My body's resting, but my mind's got plenty to do
A baby's crying, but an old man's dying as well
Makes me sad, but I'll soon be glad, I can tell
The heavens call as I turn my eyes from Hell