Let me play this one, Carlos, and you do the picking on that one, because I'm a big fan of Alan Bergman and Marilyn that wrote The Way We Were, great songwriters, just super songwriters.Of course, Miss Barbara didn't do too bad a job on singing it, and neither did Gladys Knight and the Pips. Gladys followed us into Las Vegas the last time we was down there. She got one of her pips caught in the elevator.Jimmy Webb's not too bad a songwriter either. I like a lot of his work, such as this song.By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising. She'll find the note I left hanging on her door.She'll laugh when she reads the part that says, I'm leaving, because I've left that girl so many times before.By the time I make Oklahoma.She'll be sleeping.She'll turn softly and call my name out loud.She'll cry just to think I'd really leave her.Though time and time I've tried to tell her so.She just didn't know I would really go.If you see your brother standing.Standing by the road with a heavy load from all the seeds he sowed.And if you see your sister falling by the way, why don't you stop and say, friend, you're going the wrong way.You've got to try a little kindness.Just a little kindness.Why don't you shine your light on her.A little light for everyone to see.And if you try a little kindness.Then you overlook the blindness of the narrow-minded people on the narrow-minded street.I am a lineman for the county.Thank you very much.Thank you very much.I drive the main road.I'm just searching in the sun for another home below.I hear you singing in the wild.I can hear you through the wild.I can hear you through the wild.I can hear you through the wild.I feel the conceptsOh land manOh land manIs still on the lineOh land manOh land manIs still on the lineI know I need a small vacationBut it doesn't look like rainBut it doesn't look like rainLet's stretch down south on that roadStand in the streamAnd I need you more than want youAnd I want you for all timeAnd the way to call I'm onIs still on the lineAnd honey, come back, I just can't standThese lonely days a little bit longerAnd the last time I held youSeems like a hundred years agoBack to his arms and never knowThe joy of love that used to taste like honeyCome back where you belong to only meIt's knowing that your door is always openAnd your path is free to walkThat makes me tend to leave my sleeping bagRoll up and stash behind your couchAnd it's knowing I'm not shackledBy forgotten words and bondsAnd ink stains that have dried up on summer linesThat keeps you on the back roadsBy the river, by the river, by the river, by the riverBy the rivers of my memoryIt keeps you ever gentle on my mindIt's not clinging to rocks and ivyPlanted on their columns now that bind meOr something that somebody saidBecause they thought we'd fit together walkingIt's just knowing that the worldWill not be cursing or forgivingWhen I walk along the roadOn the railroad track and findThat you're waiting on the back roadsBy the rivers of my memoryEver smiling, ever gentle on my mindOn my mindOh baby I see you