Standing at the end of the horizon Looking at another setting sun Nature gave us all these toys to play with But we've abused them, each and every one
Standing by the elevator Feeling gloomy and down Waiting for the flashing light To lift me up from the ground Then the elevator opened And I saw her standing
Everybody got something hidden In a darkness deep inside Everybody gotta fatal flaw Everybody got something to hide Take a look into my eyes See the fear
Everybody is a victim of society Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and variety Pantomime players in the grand tradition Winners and losers till the intermission
Babies being born every day In a world where there's so much to discover All the babies crying out from the womb Not much room, can I come out mother?
Look at us here today Lots of talking with nothing to say And if I seem somewhat vague It's because I'm somewhat afraid I'm surviving, that's all I am
Isn't it strange meeting you here Two old friends Just sitting down quietly drinking a beer But knowing your past the way that I do After all this time
Drift away, just drift away Sometimes I wish I could just drift away They say there's gonna be a river of blood It's apocalypse now So we're waiting for
They want your mind and your body But they don't understand And don't care much about it Gotta work for your country Society's built on concrete and money
A hopeful adventure Got missionary ways Could start in the jungle Feel this way Search for an answer Over land and over sea All the mountains Of promised
That's life in the big city You beg for mercy but you got no pity Low-life zero mentality Vandalized victims of depravity Fast food, take-out mentality
Went for a walk down the Old King's Road, To see if anybody was there. But there was nobody home at 3 Bywater Street, And they had sold Cadogan Square
I'm a drifter who has lost his way And I'm still searching for my dream A wandering nomad with no home to stay Just like a gypsy or a refugee Lookin'
This song is dedicated to the memory of Annie Florence Davies and Carol Bryans. Like a seed that is sewn All the children are scattered By a breeze that
In the beginning of it all there was the land And the sea and she sky Then into the middle of it all there came man To live on the land. And then a great
What am I doing in a place like this When it's painfully clear that my face don't fit? What am I doing acting identikit, When all I want to do is to be
You keep on accusing me Of making your life misery But if that's not abusing me, what isn't You wanna be my friend, well it's too late My love for you
Old soldiers talk about the battles fought To build a better world for me and you. They sacrificed their lives to make a dream come true. Now they're
