Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon

Long ago a young man sits And plays his waiting game Things are not the same it seems As in such tender dreams Slowly passing sailing ships And Sunday afternoons Like people on the moon I see Are things not meant to be Where do those golden rainbows

You've got a friend When you're down and troubled And you need a helping hand And nothing, nothing is going right Close your eyes and think of me And soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest nights You just call out my name And you know