Jean, jean, the roses are red
And other leaves have come green
And the clouds are so little
You can touch them and some
Come out to the metal

Jean, jean, you're young and alive
Come out of your half dream, dream
And run if you will to the top of the hill
Open yo

There's a few more lonesome cities
That I'd like to see
While the wine of wondering
Is still inside of me

There's a few more pretty women
That I'd like to know
Bridge or two I'd like to cross
A few more oats to sow

Maybe when I've done it all
Seen all ther

All the beautiful strangers
Who help me through the nights
And fell down into darkness
On pillow soft and white

All the beautiful strangers
All in the afternoon
Who prays my flat little stomach
And came back to my own

All the beautiful strangers
Who help m

Up from the pastures of boredom
Out from the sea of discontent
They come in packs like hungry hounds
The seekers of the dark enchantment

They haunt the boulevards and bars
They pray to wishing wells and stars
They ride the hurricane of hope
Not looking back but on t