songs I left behind Like pretty flowers and a sunset Heavy on my heart I can't make it alone Heavy on my heart I can't find my way home Heavy on my
'll do that I'll do that If you got the song just sing it If you sing it wrong just wing it I'll do that I'll do that And you get on up And you get on
Tangled in a web Of belief and disbelief Entertaining possibilities: Other-worldliness Civility. I was born of an ancient land Beheld on modern feet
first pubic grow I told these stupid hoes when I come back I'm a set this bitch on fire And this time I mean I'm a pour gasoline on some chick and light
me some wings I'm eager to try I may be unknown, but wait till I've flown You're gonna hear from me! Make me some room, you people up there, On top of
love is a bore It's I'll-call-you-tomorrow It's a phone that never rings It's a sack full of sorrow Or a ride on angel's wings So just remember the
really did, how far. Go on with your song, bird, you can't go wrong, bird, you will go on and on, bird, through the open door. Go on with your song
small voice crying on the other side of the river from here It's too late to phone her now What went wrong, your grades were good It would take a left wing
for the Gates of Eden With a time-rusted compass blade Aladdin and his lamp Sits with Utopian hermit monks Side saddle on the Golden Calf And on their
more than just this song. Every face we see from we every stage we roll With every note we play even though there gone They live on They live on
Notice me Take my hand Why are we Strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me? Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so
And take my hand So why are we Strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me? And everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings
My life flows on in endless song Above earth's lamentation I hear the real, thought far off hymn That hails the new creation Above the tumult and the
sweet soft fever rushin' around my head I'm gonna sleep tonight in Maria's bed Got on a dead man suit and smilin' skull ring Lucky graveyard boots and a song
with the wind, And leave you waiting on the tide. Time to fly, time to touch the sky. One voice alone - a haunting cry. One song, one star burning bright
for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing. For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophets