Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the
Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams,
Ring them
Seen a shootin' star tonight
And I thought of you
You're tryin'
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight
From the disease
Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broke
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high
There's a soft cotton
We live in a political world
Where love don't have any
What good am I, if I'm like all the rest?
If
What was it you wanted?
Tell me again so I'll know
What's
Far away where the soft winds blow
Far away from it