Hair

Hey, boy in blue
what are we gonna do?
sing the same old song
we’ve been singing all along?
I like the wind in your hair
always seems you’re going somewhere

And you hair, hair, hair in the air

I know where you’re looking to once in a while
and I know something special’s going on here
It’s not a simple yes or no now
There is nothing that certain anymore
It’s too damn cloudy I don’t see any future
Doesn’t mean there is none where I can’t look

And your hair, hair, hair in the air

If you’re going to someplace else then
I won’t be seeing you ever again
If you’re going to someplace else then
I won’t be seeing you again
Just the memory
Of your hair in the air, and your hair, hair, hair in the air