I Don't Have Anything The Gate

I don't have anything Left to give you now I see the people asleep on the rocks I've got a friend now but he never talks Hey, Mister Robertson, don't say that it's true

I put my whole head whole within it Within it the whole head in the hole Hey, Mister Bryan, yeah

I bought some cereal but forgot to buy milk I've got my eyes Hey, Mister Robertson, don't say that it's true For him

No one will see me as long as I'm still I saw you right there up on Mockingbird Hill But it seems so unlikely It seems too good to be true That the one she revealed was exactly like you

When the man comes I don't, I don't I don't, I don't have anything Left to give you now I don't, no, I don't have anything Left to give you now

Wait by the gate, look for the stone Follow the road that leads All the visions of children in the trees When the man comes Wait by the gate, crack the stone When the man comes Angels in the sky They shoot through the moon Crack the stone back to you