I think I always will
be impossible to find.
there are those that love me still
all good friends of mine,
when you hear the whippoorwill
and the sun’s about to rise
let’s go sit on the hill
and read each other’s minds…
elbows on the window sill
watching the world outside
life goes in for the kill
each and every time
everybody knows the drill
so everybody’s taking their time.
let’s go sit on the hill
and read each other’s minds
sitting here counting the till
lots of nickels and dimes
the price we pay for the thrill
it should be a crime
I’m giving it all to good will
I want nothing to be mine
let’s go sit on the hill
and read each other’s minds