Edgar Winter Group

Look through these eyes and tell me if you see What in the world it is that's wrong with me? Please take

Hey, come here boys and girls, yeah Well, if you wear funny clothes And you travel on the road

Days are growing shorter, the night is closing in Time is so much older and hope is getting thin We seem

The mountain is high, the valley is low And you're confused 'bout which way to go So I flew here to

Today is hard to find and harder yet to hold Its paradise If you love right through in time it comes to you,

Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer Autumn, my love's gone with another I can't demand