Won't you treat me right
Won't you be my protection
Can't believe my own sense of affection
Won't you sweep the sky
Well it's the season
Boy you've got to hold on
To just another painted memory
Boy you've got to hold on
I think we're going to the same place
Won't you treat me right
On a midnight table
Goodbye honey
See you at the reception
And in the morning rise
Smoke on the ceiling
Boy you've got to hold on
To just another painted memory
Boy you've got to hold on
I think we're going to the same place
Boy you've got to hold on
To just another painted memory
Boy you've got to hold on
I think we're going to the same place
