Слова:
Winwood Steve Chronicles

I can't believe she's going I said please show me What selfish seeds I plant along the way Black harvest today The empty bed she left me, cold on one

I can feel the heat, no one has to tell me It's so good, once it starts I'll never let go I can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer Under my feet, making

She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal For sharing dreams I need my woman This humble expression meagerly dressed My eyes so mean it has no meaning

High above the heat of a summer New York street An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone He's a preacher and a teacher And he stands up all alone

Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'