february rain smoky mountain fire

like a hummingbird to cane

just following desire

watch the firelight

throw shadows across the room

many miles away

not far from cannery row

he beats on his guitar

and does his little show

and all the people say

you got balls to play the game this way

it's one in a million

so he fills all the holes

with good wine from mussel sholes

and the cencemillian

these streets were bound to cross

maybe lifetimes ago

whenever innocence is lost

we got a long way to go

we got a long way

watch the firelight throw

shadows across the room

and on a rainy night

two lovers held each other tight

in the moonlight (he felt so good in her arms)

in the moonlight (he felt so good in her arms)

in the moonlight (he felt so good in her arms