Mr. Soul

Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on

Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on

Where to they go Smoke rings I blow each night Oh, where to they go Those circles of blue and white I wonder, why do they sing To picture a dream above, above Above, above, above Then why do they fade My phantom parade of love Puff, puff, puff Oh, yo