Early June Blues

How do I live to be a hundred, baby?
 To make sure that you grow old with me
 And if we grow old, who'll be the one to stay when the other is gone?
 And besides us no longer wakes up
 Who'll be the one to go on after this bond we share
 This beautiful romance together
 And live without the other on planet disaster
 We shared a few tears, but there's so much more happiness and that's all what matters
 Oh, there is smoke up in the sky from the refinery
 I can see it from where I recline in my balcony chair
 There's a little black and white cat down there
 By the picnic table he sees me and I see him
 He's unaware to pollution
 He's down in the weeds half asleep sniffing from the pollen
 For those of you, who can't find love and are unhappy
 I send you a ton
 Try not to fear human connection
 Somebody's out there for you
 Just put your phone down
 Get outside, start walking
 Forget that ghost in the fog, cyber trolling
 Find the kind who can share a meal without that look in their eyes that says:
 "Can't wait to be (?)"
 Who kinda sees the goodness in you
 And you can make each other smile
 A person who would drop everything
 And someone who you loved at
 Mh...
 On the TV there is some news
 A china town shooter was on the loose
 They caught him down near (?) and pacific
 Hiding out in a place where I occasionally get my hair cut
 And the other night when Muhammed Ali died
 You arrived there by my side
 And I was up, up, up all night
 In a state and my stomach was tight
 Watching the old film clips of the young and not so young Louisville (?)
 Listening to Don Kings spirited insights
 And George Foremans thoughts on Muhammed Ali are always a delight
 And Kenny Norton ain't around to share no words, though he brake Alis jaw
 And Frazier is also gone, but not Leon
 Yeah, I wish to talk to Leon Spinks
 Ali put em on the map and I'd like to hear what Leon Spinks thinks
 Oh, everyday there's more bad news
 Around the corner suicide bombers
 Planes disappearing in the sea
 And past the smoke I also see
 The swaying eucalyptus trees
 And come August you will see
 (?) and full bloom (?)
 Life ain't always good but many times it is, folks
 Oh, the light pulls in your room
 From over the hill and I am gloom
 On my bed to your soft couch
 But pretty soon I must fly
 I won't be back until the end of July
 When I gotta go, my hearts get heavy
 And it cries
 Oh, how I hate these damn goodbyes
 But playing music is my life
 Food and water and music is what I need to stay alive
 This year is gonna find me in Beijing
 And Buenos Aires and South Dakota's Rapid City
 And Omaha and Tucson and Phoenix
 And Pluto and Mars
 And Saturn and Venus
 But my favorite place to be is with you in my house
 Which faces west
 You're coming over tonight
 It's foggy and cold
 I hope the answer is yes