I've got all that i need? All the pretty young things Seem suddenly boring When i look in her eyes All the world is behind Every line on her face Is
they scanned and rhymed And I took your love And all the hurt inside Laid it out on the market stall Agony at a knockdown price Reduced to clear is
You are not your pain Happiness aint at the end of the road Happiness aint at the end of the road Happiness IS the road The road HAPPINESS IS THE ROAD
The time for them has gone. There's an echo of them An echo of the time they were wrapped in Sweet or bitter in the memory But an echo is all, all
'm glad you came on this trip Don't lose your grip Don't lose your grip This train is my life This train is my life Travel with me And we'll see..
scissors And the silver foil I thank God You're so fabulously Odd Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Is
I had this dream. That monkey inside o'me. Gone skulkin away. Leavin' me seeing.. Being. Seeing Being Drinking lemon tea And feeling free Chilling
I'm glad you came on this trip Don't lose your grip Don't lose your grip This train is my life This train is my life Travel with me And we'll see..
Tell you what I want Essence 'Tell you what I need Essence What I'm looking for Essence Sit in silence close your eyes, feel the magic everywhere inside
? We came a long, long, way with each other We?re goin nowhere til we see we?re only Sisters and brothers A state of mind A state of mind is a contagious
them The time for them has gone. There's an echo of them An echo of the time they were wrapped in Sweet or bitter in the memory But an echo is all,
small She'll leave you in no doubt at all The little corn flies are messing with my happy endings The little corn flies are messing with my happy endings
left.. They send us up here to get us out of the way We worry, and they don't like what we say Seems obvious to us what's right and what is wrong But
When you?re driving through the city I hope all your lights are green And the boy you choose to live with Well, I hope he?s never mean When you stop
ve got all that I need All the pretty young things Seem suddenly boring When I look in her eyes All the world is behind Every line on her on her face Is
stranger than fiction The cheerleader showed me around You with the heart of the USA And me with the spite of a small English town Central Park after dark, is
Good to see you My eyes are screwed up tight, unaccustomed to the light And all my arms and all my legs are much too long Much too long My head is in
