(Jackson Browne)

[Recorded by the Eagles, 1972]



I'm hanging on to my peace of mind

I just don't know

I'm hanging on to those good times, baby

Just want to let them roll

I'm gonna make it to the light and joy

I'll tell you why

I got a woman who can take me there

the apple of my eye

oh, I just don't know, no no, no, no

I love her so

Don't let me see that morning paper

cause I don't need those dues

it's just the same old murder movie

but they call it the news

I'll tell you what would be some story

and what would set me free

Is if the same thing happened to everybody

that just happened to me, oh,

I just don't know, no, no, no, no

I'll never let her go

Every time I hear somebody sneakin'

up behind whoa, I turn around

but I still hear that sound

and just when I'm about to lose my mind

Here comes my baby

singing like a nightingale

Coming my way down along that devastation

trail well tell the Lord above

she's got a brand of love

that cannot fail

I'm hanging on to my peace of mind

that's no lie

I'm hanging on to my special friend

the apple of my eye

my inspiration, too

she's got a lead on my heart and

my soul and she knows just what to do

oh, I just don't know, no ,no, no, no

No, I get so low, and my mind's about to go

but wait a minute, here comes my baby

singing like a nightingale

coming my way down along that devastation trail

Well, let the fires burn, let the

floods return

we will prevail

Hanging on to my peace of mind

I just don't know