MISTER MISTERJ.D. SoutherMister, mister Where ya goin' Pardon me sir, but where ya been? Why don'tcha look me in the eye, mister All ya need's a friend Mister, there's a space between us Stretchin' far as I can see Don'tcha think ev'ryone could stand just a little closer together And still be free Just a dream I had Walking down the street Didn't see any bars on the windows No locks on the doors And love, and more love . . . Now did'ja see your daughter smilin' She's betrayed your selfish plans It must be someone else's world She's holding in her hands You say men are born in anger To be cruel is to be strong Wouldn't it make you happy to open your eyes and find Just this time you were wrong Just a dream I had Walkin' down the street I didn't see any bars on the windows There were no locks on the doors And love, and I saw more love . . . Mister, mister, where ya goin' Oh pardon me sir, but where ya been Why don'tcha look me in the eyes, mister All ya need's a friend . . . |