Written by bob welch

The swamp is getting deeper all the time

And the faces that I see don't seem to shine

Now there's too much warhol hanging off the wall

And the mystery that there used to be is gone

Let me go

Miles away

Let me ride

Just miles away

Don't wanna know

I'm not gonna miss it much

Gonna be drivin' once again

Don juan goes up in a cloud of smoke

And all those hare krishnas turned out to be a joke

And it's restless

Restless

Restless all the time

Slidin' up and down the surface of this life

Now I know that I can't say what's black and white

But if I could fly I think I'd try tonight