Guess I’m. “Riders on the storm”
“All my blue sky” is turned grayish black
“Wish you were here” chants my mind
“Time” is ticking away on the clock.

“Hey Jude”, where you ought to be
Is “China grove” your destiny?
Path is blocked by “The wall”
Comes “Desolation row”, through rusted chimney.

“Stir it up”, “no woman no cries”
Wounded you, “Stand up for your right”
“I shot the sheriff”, deputy disappears
In the “White room”, child curls in fright.

Leisure ushers when I’m “Comfortably numb”
“I’m a blind man”, bullets succumb
“Soldier of the fortune” I wait to be calm
“Great gig in the sky”, love returns.