Love Don't Come - Sonny & Cher

The poets and the Socrates was bounding out

Their eulogies about what to do

The troopers with their tangled hair were proven

That they didn’t care about nothing new

And anybody claiming king would strum guitars

And start to sing but they were fooled

The vacuum of their fantasies

Had discover the fact, you see that chaos rules

Everybody run and bare

Not exactly knowing where or why or who

Chasing kicks that no one gets

Kissing on her silhouettes of faded blue

Trying to blow one smoke in air

Their favorite answer, I don’t care, was useless to

And when the sun would start to fade

This ritual circus of charades would start anew

Love don’t come, don’t call my name again

I can’t play 'cause I don’t know how to win

Too bad to end hand in hand they stride

I’ve got wind and rain for my future bright