I'm in love, my friend's in love We're both in love for real Singing, ya oh oh Ya oh oh, ya oh oh Love is kind, it does not boast It is not proud at
Quietly, almost elusively Almost invisibly, I found that I For a moment had slipped away Ripped in two, then pasted back again Then crumpled up inside
winter days She turns her heat up high on frigid winter days Twenty below So quietly I walk back home So glad that I am not alone I love the blue of
I bought all the lines you sold me, dear And you know I stuck them well I wore all the clothes you brought me, dear And you know I wore them well I don
Hey, I'm calling Hey, I'm out here You're so wrapped up You can't tear your eyes away Hey, I'm slipping Hey, I'm falling Just a matter of time 'til I
In the corner stands a straw man With a cocktail in his right hand A firm handshake is all around As he slowly sips away In the twilight sits a reader
As night was falling down His horse so swiftly flew The wind, it beat him down His outcried words they blew He cried Myron Where are you hiding? He cried
Americans Dreaming Americans Dreaming Of England in the rain, Of Swiss alps in snow, Of tiny German towns, Of ruins at dusk in Rome, Americans Dreaming
This, a new revelation Speaks a message to me Without hesitation Rings out loud and clear Seize your peace of mind Seize your peace of mind Seize your
Another radical dream Becomes a long lost friend Beneath the rhythm and sound Lies another meaning And if you ask me today To say just what I'm thinking
a drowning man Sky above Mirrors sea below Stars above Mirrors souls below Crest and fallen so serene You belong to me Drifting, Falling Ocean Blue
to two We can count to three I line them up and they stare back at me Creations in the mind and soul of me Drift fall Blue call You, the writer knew
A better place We go to Without a trace We will leave A new face We will see A warm embrace We will receive Those in front of me Those among the world
This is the office of a busy man Can you hold the line? In pipes the music you can't understand Can you change the station? Is there a message? He's on
Are you so special? Are you so fine? Are you good looking? You're so divine And it seems like a breath of a moment And it seems like a wisp of a tow
daisies Or a pocket full of posies, or marigolds Colors all collide now in meadows And in daydreams of golden hue Crying yellow, raining green And singing blue
Take me out tonight Where there's music and there's people Who are young and alive Driving in your car I never never want to go home Because I havent
Walking strolling down Down the gallery of memory Pictures painted there And it hangs on the wall Calling out to me Down the corridor to the left Pilgrim