Way Over Yonder (Live From Central Park, New York City, May 26, 1973) - Carole King

Way over yonder Is a place that I know Where I can find shelter From a hunger and cold And the sweet tastin' good life Is easily found Way over yonder That's where I'm bound I know when I get there The first thing I'll see Is the sun shining golden Shining right down on me Then trouble's gonna lose me Worry leave me behind And I'll stand up proudly In true peace of mind Talkin' about a Talkin' about a Way over yonder Is a place I have seen In a garden of wisdom From some long ago dream Maybe tomorrow I'll find my way To the land where the honey runs In rivers each day And the sweet tastin' good life Is so easily found Way over yonder That's where I'm bound Way over yonder That's where I'm bound Thank you

Well, I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest (Hmm, mmmm) When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there (lalala, la, lalala) Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la And I'm laying out my winter clothes Wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder Of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame Well I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Yes, he still remains Lalala, lalala-lala-lala Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la Lalala, lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la Lalala-la-lala-la-lalala-la-lalala-lalala-la-lalala-la

The Mississippi Delta Was shining like a National guitar I am following the river, down the highway Through the cradle of the Civil War I'm going to Graceland, Graceland Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companion is nine years old He is the child of my first marriage But I've reason to believe We both will be received In Graceland She comes back to tell me she's gone As if I didn't know that As if I didn't know my own bed As if I'd never noticed The way she brushed her hair from her forehead And she said losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow I'm going to Graceland Memphis, Tennessee I'm going to Graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I'm looking at ghosts and empties But I've reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland There is a girl in New York City Who calls herself the human trampoline And sometimes when I'm falling, flying Or tumbling in turmoil I say Whoa, so this is what she means She means we're bouncing into Graceland And I see losing love Is like a window into your heart And everybody sees you're blown apart Everybody feels the wind blow In Graceland, in Graceland I'm going to Graceland For reasons I cannot explain There's some part of me wants to see Graceland And I may be obliged to defend Every love, every ending Or maybe there's no obligations now Maybe I've a reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland Whoa-oh-oh-oh, in Graceland, Graceland, Graceland I'm going to Graceland

I feel good, it's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts, the plane lifts She moves on But feel the bite whenever you believe that You'll be lost and love will find you When the road bends, when the song ends She moves on And I know the reason I feel so blessed My heart still splashes inside my chest But she, she is like a top, she cannot stop She moves on A sympathetic stranger Lights a candle in the middle of the night Her voice cracks, she jumps back But she moves on, moves on She says "Oo-oo-oo-ooh, my storybook lover You have underestimated my power As you shortly will discover" Then I fall to my knees I shake a rattle at the skies And I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, forsaken In her cold coffee eyes She can't sleep now The moon is red She fights a fever She burns in bed She needs to talk so We take a walk down in the maroon light She says "Maybe these emotions are As near to love as love will ever be" So I agree Then the moon breaks She takes the corner That's all she takes She moves on, she moves on She says "Oo-oo-ooh, my storybook lover You have underestimated my power As you shortly will discover" Then I fall to my knees I grow weak, I go slack As if she captured the breath of my voice in a bottle And I, I can't catch it back, no-no-no-no-no-no-no But I feel good, it's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts, the plane lifts She moves on, on and on