The Small Faces - Grow Your Own lyrics

One and a-two and a-three and a-four and a This feeling of spring Like the wing of a bird that is flying The nights they go cold as my mind does go old And I'm looked at, inspected, hated, accepted The wise men they wrangle Their minds look for angles and meaning (Meaning) But the ceiling is light as I glide Through the night and I'm leaving Living, being, mmm, mmm, mmm