Tommy Bolin
Lotus
Cool he dies on his own time,Roarin' I won't hear your thunder.Called each other Chinese names,If, oh, the book just has a number.There's a garden where the devil lurks,Such a strange life this.They break their backs for sweat and gold,And all the things in which they buy.Things that I thought were heavy loads,Like a Lotus in an oriental sky.
From Letras Mania