Hello darlin How are you Does your imagination Got you wrapped uptight In the emerald light Of an oz-bound Judy Garthen Well such has been your luck with love I saw the photographs Of you in the Anderson grass The collarbone buckle of a coverall coming up gold With a cigarette image for you to hold In your red rain jacket Such has been my luck with love And you got hard times living on the run Beneath the one you lost is a longing To find a home And you got hard times living on the run So come on home So you wanna be a star of the vagabond bible The bloodstained Kerouac The skin of your nose is a rose And the white snow coming up heavy in the mind With the cinema, shelves look misshapen And the drive-in theaters are all shut down Down Oh I'm cocked on the cartoon boulevard Oh Trippin the American memory fever Fever And you got hard times living on the run Beneath the one you lost is a longing To find a home And you got hard times living on the run So, so come on home! Come home!