freedom has its ups and downs

walk the streets of lonesome town

try to find some company

somebody who will talk to me



well I'm here all alone

a wind blows home

we'll find it someday

there's no reason to cry

for days gone by

oh, karla, we can make it if we try



hurricanes and cadillacs

they run you down and don't look back

oh where can my salvation be

a tender touch to comfort me



but I'm here all alone...



no matter how the wind may blow

you belong to me

like the mountains to the sky

and you know when I close my eyes

you're the one I see

oh, karla, we can make it if we try



old man river's on the rise

wash the circles from my eyes

hurricane is on its way

you can call it karla

karla with a K