So what I'm trying to say,
Or I guess what I'm asking is,
I know we haven't talked in a while,
But could you come get me?

Band: Led Zeppelin

Song: In My Time Of Dying

But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

Don't know that I will, but until I can find me
a girl who'll stay, and won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man

do you feel like a man
when you push her around
do you feel better now as she falls to the ground

well ill tell you my friend one day this worlds gonna end as our lives crumble down

Thousands are sailing
again, across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
of sky-blue skies and oceans
from rooms that daylight never sees,
where lights don't glow on christmas trees.

Still we dance to the music, and we dance...

Thousands are sailing
across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
the land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt, and weeping effigies...

STILL we dance to the music, and we dance...

A vague haze of delerium
Creeps up on me.
All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see.
He's dressed in a silver sparkled
Glittering gown
And his golden beard flows
Nearly down to the ground.

Nothing to say and nothing to hear
And nothing to see.
Each sensation makes a note
In my symphony.

I'm ugly and you know it
but you think I am a poet
So I'll stick to rhyme
If I feel, in time
It gets me where I'm goin'

You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo be free be free
Surrender your ego be free be free to yourself