¿No te parece una imagen preciosa? Con ese camino subiendo por la colina, entre las casas y los árboles... ¿Ves la entrada con el tejado azul? ¿Y las escaleras? Me encantan las casas blancas con esos tejados antiguos, que no sé si son de paja o como de zinc... Y hay una chimenea encendida. Y ropa tendida. Parece que hay gente viviendo. Imagino que es otoño; por los árboles marrones, digo. Aunque hay pinos también, y están verdes. Y ese campo de mil tonos de ocre... Es bonita, ¿no crees? Es preciosa. Y me gustaría regalártela durante un rato. Es alegre y también tierna, como tú, mi amor.
Para tí, mi dulce compañera.
Para tí, Ange, variable de mi ecuación...
Eddie waited til' he finished high school
He went to Hollywood, got a tattoo
He met a girl out there with a tattoo too
The future was wide open
They moved into a place they both could afford
He found a night club he could work at the door
She had a guitar and she taught him some chords
The sky was the limit
Into the great wide open
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open
A rebel without a clue
The papers said Ed always played from the heart
He got an agent and a roadie named Bart
They made a record and it went in the chart
The sky was the limit
His leather jacket had chains that would jingle
They both met movie stars, partied and mingled
Their A&R man said "I don't hear a single"
The future was wide open
Into the great wide open
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open
A rebel without a clue
Originalmente escrito en Just a day in the life, por Freaky Boy Hood
