Song | Janis |
Artist | Country Joe & the Fish |
Album | The Life and Time of Country Joe and The Fish (From Haight-Ashbury to Woodstock) |
Into my life on waves of electrical sound | |
And flashing light she came, | |
Into my life with the twist of a dial | |
The wave of her hand — the warmth of her smile. | |
And even though I know that you and I | |
Could never find the kind of love we wanted together, | |
Alone I find myself missing you and I, you and I. | |
It's not very often that something special happens | |
And you happen to be that something special for me. | |
And walking on grass where we rolled and laughed in the moonlight | |
I find myself thinking of you and I, you and I, you. | |
Into my eye comes visions of patterns | |
Designs the image of her I see. | |
Into my mind the smell of her hair, | |
The sound of her voice — we once were there. | |
And even though I know that you and I | |
Could never find the kind of love we wanted together, | |
Alone, I find myself missing | |
You and I, | |
You and I, | |
You. |
Into my life on waves of electrical sound | |
And flashing light she came, | |
Into my life with the twist of a dial | |
The wave of her hand the warmth of her smile. | |
And even though I know that you and I | |
Could never find the kind of love we wanted together, | |
Alone I find myself missing you and I, you and I. | |
It' s not very often that something special happens | |
And you happen to be that something special for me. | |
And walking on grass where we rolled and laughed in the moonlight | |
I find myself thinking of you and I, you and I, you. | |
Into my eye comes visions of patterns | |
Designs the image of her I see. | |
Into my mind the smell of her hair, | |
The sound of her voice we once were there. | |
And even though I know that you and I | |
Could never find the kind of love we wanted together, | |
Alone, I find myself missing | |
You and I, | |
You and I, | |
You. |