#27 - Live At Piedmont Park, Atlanta, GA - September 2007

I've been high, and i've been down
My head in the clouds and my hands in the ground
In the arms of a woman, I found my way home
To the arms of a woman, I have been lost

When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then

As a young man, I was afraid
Of my life, what would I make?
Cause I would make love, but what will I hate?
What bitter sweet road will I choose to my grave?

And if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
Oh 'cause if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then

I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of me
I'm sick of war, and I'm sick of peace
I'm sick of sound like I'm sick of silence
I'll grow sick of the darkness till I'm sick of the light

Well I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
Oh, when I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then

Once, as a boy, I saw what happened
I saw them beat him down to the cold, cold ground
I watched them big boys beat that man down
I was too weak to make a stand

When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm old till this oldness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then

So I will live as I see fit
There will be those who will not like it
But in the arms of a woman, I found my way home
So to the arms of a woman, I will always go

And if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
If I'm old till this oldness has me dying

This is a friend of ours all over the place and its my great pleasure to call him a good friend. We have had the pleasure to share moment many and many of times, please welcome Juan Hayes