Oftentimes the many thoughts,
That go on inside my head,
So many thoughts unspoken,
So much remains unsaid
. .
. But when I was young there was a sure way of telling a man's age. On his way home he stops at a newsstand and buys a paper
Oftentimes the many thoughts,
That go on inside my head,
So many thoughts unspoken,
So much remains unsaid
. .
. But when I was young there was a sure way of telling a man's age. On his way home he stops at a newsstand and buys a paper
Oftentimes the many thoughts,
That go on inside my head,
So many thoughts unspoken,
So much remains unsaid
. .
. But when I was young there was a sure way of telling a man's age. On his way home he stops at a newsstand and buys a paper
