Forty Times - The Association

Many is the time

That I have run around my mind

And run into a blind alley

Yes I’ve rode a horse of red

Down through the valleys of my head

I did not get out of the saddle

I clung to a bird of green

And rested in the in-between

I saw the mountain and how to get there

Baby, now

I wanna get from behind this cloud

I’m tired of pushin'

Shady valleys in the summertime

A warm fireplace in the fall

That’s where I’m goin'

And I want you to be by my side, that’s all

That’s all

Many is the place

That I have run a ragged race

And I have lost, but I won also

And more and more I see

The sparkling tinsel on the tree

Is less attractive than the pine needles

And everybody in this whole wide world is free

If they would only let themselves be

As I wish I could

And I will someday

Baby, now

I wanna get from behind this cloud

I’m tired of pushin'

I’m tired of pushin'

I want some kind of cushion

Push-push-push-pushin'

I want some kind of cushion