Fine Lines

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Oct 1973

[It felt natural]

Here a fine line, there a fine line;
Oh what a time we had.
Here a strange place, and there a strange face,
Doesn't it make you sad?
I will call up my friends and say:
Come on over, make my night or my day,
And talk about who's the finest folk in town.

There a day's grace, here a night's space;
Oh what a lovely rhyme.
Take it from me, there is no disgrace
In having yourself a time.
I will call up my friends and say:
Come on over and make my day
And talk about the love that I know is in us all.

Making the bread, going mad in the head;
I know when I'm going too far.
I want to get back, want to take up the slack,
Get where the good times are.
But I will call up all my friends and will say,
I will say: Come on over make my night or my day
And we'll talk about who's the finest folk in town.

Here a fine line, there a fine line;
Oh what a time we had.
Here a strange place, there a strange face,
Didn't it make me sad?
I will call up my friends and say:
Now come on over and make my day
And tell me about the love that is in us all.
That's in us all..

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