Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear For the dreams that came To you when so young Told
When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything That was lost and won When the day is done When the day is done Hope so much
Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today and fallen leaves Said she hadn't heard the news Hadn't had the time to choose
Time has told me You're a rare, rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind And time has told me Not to ask for more For someday our ocean Will find
Saturday sun came early one morning In a sky so clear and blue Saturday sun came without warning So no-one knew what to do Saturday sun brought people
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes East from the city and down to the cave In search of a master in search of
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground So men of fame, can never find a way Till time has flown
Who can know The thoughts of Mary Jane Why she flies Or goes out in the rain Where she's been And who she's seen In her journey to the stars Who can
Don't you have a word to show what may be done Have you never heard a way to find the sun Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show
Well, there was a man who lived in a shed Spent most of his days out of his head For his shed was rotten let in the rain Said it was enough to drive any
Please give me a second grace Please give me a second face I've fallen far down the first time around Now I just sit on the ground in your way Now if
A black eyed dog he called at my door The black eyed dog he called for more A black eyed dog he knew my name A black eyed dog he knew my name The black
I could have been a sailor, I could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As
I saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink moon gonna get you all It's a pink moon, yeah, pink moon
If you see some picture of us Lying on the bed Some old memory haunts you Gets stuck inside your head Don't get angry about it And wish we'd never been
As we drove on through the Finger Lakes Water shining at our side I was wrestling the demons in my mind But it seemed to me you were reaching for Some
Are you ready? Ready to cry Are you ready? Ready to cry This is the saddest story we all know why So cry cry cry Are you ready? Ready to leave This life
I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons, knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the
