To those of you seeking perfection Oh Lord, it?s not a long, long way to go All you need is bit of reflection Just might seem like changing direction
Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
To all those outside the inner side Let not your heart be heavy There are those who understand It is not easy, it is not easy to tell a lie To all those
In the dawning, wakening hour He'll lift his head and brush his eyes with gentle strokes That will only blindly mislead him Into the first day of creation
"Wish I was a younger man" Said the old man to the young man Oh, I told you what I would do That is if I could find something to do I never did before
Say it isn't so that the world must choose again Well, who is foe and who is friend I can't believe it, say it isn't so That the world must choose Here
He has religion with no compassion To make decisions a very passion He's got his yacht, he's got his mansions He's got his servants, he's got expansion
Like the smoke that rises to the ceiling, Mona I keep seeing the things I seen yesterday Yet, the wheels keep turning, they keep turning, Mona Things
She was standing at the station Small town suitcase in her hand There were dreams she found inside her That no one cared to understand She never talks
Hey mister, can you tell me What this world's about It might just help me out I used to be a dreamer But my dreams have burned You know how luck turns
Father Time, I couldn't make her wanna stay I couldn't seem to find the words to say Now, I have to live in yesterday Father Time, I thought that you
The lightning flashed as angels Rode fiery chargers through the clouds That answer scared me into tears And all the grownups laughed out loud Now the
If God was a woman With long blond hair Would you kneel at her altar And offer her prayer Could she be your addiction Could she make you sin If God was
The old man down on the corner Is drowning in his pain I can see the sorrow in his eyes His tears, they leave a stain The streets have left him broken
He was a man A ramblin' man he was yes he was Guitar in hand His home was on the road and that's where he was He's seen a thousand roads He's been a
One, two, three, four Oh yea Made in America, nineteen fifty nine Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line Raised on radio, just a jukebox
In your river of love In your river of love In your river of love In your river of love Well let me tell you a story About body and blood Well there'
Life is a road Forever winding where it leads us I don't know In it together for better or worse Searching for our pal of gold Time leaves a trail Of