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I know these lyrics are partly wrong but hartford blues is the shit..
It was a call I promised you. These nerves run deep through. I can't say it all in my mind. Saying something all of the time. Like all of the time. Seasons coming, I can feel the grip, out of my body fond memories drip, a silent vigiliante that I hold, I want it all but expecting gold, expecting gold. Mmm hmm mmm hmmm mm mm. My journies aren't all bad, your voice in my head, helps me over my fellow retreat, I want you back to caring and wanting me, and wanting me. And I accept these wicked terms, I can't say I don't need to learn, life is long [something] not on an easy way, [something]. In order to stay.
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