When I bear my soul again Don't go wasting my time I'm giving it my all, believe me that I'm yours And you're mine I'm giving it my all, believe me You
Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees Some signifying hack was scratching backs for fleas Putting on their bad mouths on poor little me Spreading
Thinking of your private future You snatched at the trees In the starry dark green sleep Thinking of your private future You think at the river and set
Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday No parachute and no crash to see Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday And there's no parachute, no
There's a man on the corner Coming on like Moses Flogging new religion Like a bunch of plastic roses He's found his path To the bleeding heart of Jesus
Everybody wants to go to heaven Everybody wants to go to heaven Everybody wants to go to heaven Heaven, do you wonder if heaven is true? Do you want
Such a greedy girl Wants it all Everything you've got That's all You know she needs someone good But you got the fever You know she needs someone good
Walk around so cold So cold, so lonely Or lay in bed wondering What to do with time You've got no sense of fun Until you know you've won again And yet
All the little life forms Upon this little earth Multiplying dying and Returning through rebirth All the little children Growing up in space Adding their
The word that would best describe this feeling would be, 'Haunted' I touch the clothes you left behind That still retain your shape and lines, still haunted
Motorcycle and me Motorcycle set me free The motorbike don't go to fast Just sets me free Just you and me You set me free Just you and me You set me
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith He's been looking now for a long time It seems
To see beyond the outside It's to keep your thoughts alive With a song inside it's never cold With a song inside it's never cold outside To see beyond
You can't get a suntan on the moon But I wouldn't mind a holiday there They say, you can't get a suntan on the moon But I wouldn't mind a holiday there
You can get from here to there By leaps and bounds or measured steps You can make it dark or fair Depending on your point of view You can get a taste
Help me find a reason Help me find a reason Before my judgment day To make some big, big money So's I can run away Good God what's the miracle In this
I could kiss the she-fire Just like a holy, holy fool I could never think too much Just like that holy, holy fool I could see a bright, bright future
Dupes of a Disney, frozen stiff Lost in the Hollywood hills Where dreams as real as Fredericks Are sustained on air by pills Where all the red that's