Mission Bell

My heart is a flower That blooms every hour I believe in the power Of love Well this lonesome meadow It's soft as a pillow Oh I pray that we'll go back To Love I'm going to reach on up over that fear Whenever I'm alone won't you please be near I know

Lately I, I've been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house Well, it feels just like a shakedown Between the street sweepers And the pushers and the lawyers Who may as well be butchers Between the small timin' hustlers who all Seem to fee