Текст песни Forty Times - The Association

Many years a time
That I have run around my mind
And run into a blind alley

Yes, I rode a horse of red
Down through the valleys of my head
I did not get out of the saddle

I clung to a bird of green
And rested in the in-between
I saw the mountain and how to get there

Baby, now
I wanna get from behind this cloud
I'm tired of pushin'

Shaded valleys in the summertime (Ooh)
A warm fireplace in the fall (In the fall)
That's were I'm goin'
And I want you to be by my side
That's all, that's all

Many is the place
That I have run a ragged race
And I have lost, but I won also

And more and more I see
The sparkling tinsel on the tree
Is less attractive than the pine needles

And everybody in this a-whole wide world
Is free if they would only let themselves be
As I wish I could
And I will someday

Baby, now
I wanna get from behind this cloud
I'm tired of pushin', I'm tired of pushin'
I want some kinda cushion

Put-put-put-pushin'
I want some kinda cushion
Put-put-put-put
Put-put-put-pushin'
I want some kinda cushion
Put-put-put-pushin'...