Lyrics:

We know a place where you can work it all out
We're going down to Marshall's House
Jimi play your black guitar
You too late too early, tomorrow too far

If you should start to feel a little ill
Don't you try to run or say what you feel
If I could only talk to you
So much to show you, so much to do

We're going down down down down
We're going down
We're going down down hand me down
Gotta catch that sound

In a rolled gold field sits a house on a hill
There's no way out, no triumph of the will
Try to help you, whenever I can
But you tripped me up and never understand

We're going down down down down
We're going down
We're going down down hand me down
Gotta catch that sound