Eccola, in tutto lo splendore di una versione con musica del disco e immagini dal vivo sconnesse, che però danno l’idea di com’era il gruppo nel periodo in cui compose il brano:

Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me
cerco il sole, ma non c’è.
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no,
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so.

Già l’odor di terra, odor di grano
sale adagio verso me,
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano,
respiro la nebbia, penso a te.

Quanto verde tutto intorno, e ancor più in là
sembra quasi un mare d’erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda…

Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo come me.
Faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già fuggito
respiro la nebbia, penso a te.

No, cosa sono adesso non lo so,
sono un uomo, un uomo in cerca di se stesso.
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so,
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo.

e intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già
il giorno come sempre sarà.

La versione soul di un pezzone non tra i più noti di Italia degli Eagles (qua delle “Aquile” vanno molto le ballate e meno i pezzoni tirati, chissà perché)

He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart
of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were
good in bed
She’d say, ‘Faster, faster. The lights are turnin’ red.”
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind, mm
Are you with me so far?

Eager for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people, they took
all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up
in the race

Out every evening, until it was light
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired
to fight about it

Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Blowin’ and burnin’, blinded by thirst
They didn’t see the stop sign,
took a turn for the worse

She said, “Listen, baby. You can hear the engine
ring. We’ve been up and down this highway;
haven’t seen a goddam thing.”
He said, “Call the doctor. I think I’m gonna crash.”
“The doctor say he’s comin’, but you gotta pay him cash.”
They went rushin’ down that freeway,
messed around and got lost
They didn’t care they were just dyin’ to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane

Tre versioni di un brano sempre orecchiabile: la prima, per gli affezionati al film del Grande Lebowski. Seguono due dove si vede il gruppo originale e come il gruppo cambia:

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I woke up this mornin’ with the sundown shinin’ in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin’ out as I was a-crawlin’ in
I got up so tight I couldn’t unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

Someone painted “April Fool” in big black letters on a “Dead End” sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah