I wake up every morning Jumping at whistles, come rain or shine My spirit, it goes through the motions They need a number to identify When I look out
Let me tell you somthing about myself. Think I'll tell you and nobody else, Because deep down inside I know you're listening. I think about her every
I've seen the writing on the wall I've tasted the dust to my lungs, through my veins. The wind has forced me to advance
It's about time I got a little serious maybe not about my life but what you mean to me. It's about time I said something
I spend alot of time wishing I was someone else and I wish I could face the world that presents itself, but when I feel my heartbeat
As I wander through this house where my man became a mouse I can see how we started so innocently. As I agonize my way through another
I'll let you in on a little secret I think you should know when I let you go, I knew my friends would turn to foes they
I once had a dream of all the colours in harmony, but so did MLK and look what happened to him. In walking through Will Roger's farm
I've been around this world a thousand times in my head and I've seen all the faces that pissed me off over the years won't you come
She said, "It happens all the time Two people fall out on each other. Its so hard to stay in line We can't push this much
9 bells came to early this morning poppin' my face the shower is warming up last night was fueled by the juices of buddies
...and it was another chance for me, another chance to make you believe your near. You'll never know what it's to always be last in
You see it coming in the distance. You don't know what to do. If you let it pass by your dream maybe through. I say grab
I'm lost, hearing all the things we say, looks like another day of wasting life. I ned a simple place where I can go and
My hippie boy don't want to be a man, My hippie boy don't want to understand, My hippie boy lives in a Volkswagon van. Hippie
When the man spoke, the people listened And they followed him to death I was the closest to him And this I must confess
We're caught inside I feel around you. There's no more light to pelt and melt the window and I'll never drop the anchor if you'll
Its not hard to reach back to the day underneath an Iowa sun running to the tower of Waterloo looking for the Sullivan train
