There was a man on the road about an hour
What can you say about tomorrow?
What do you know about
The black rock is where I spend my time
Writing a
Well, in the end, my friend, we will all be
I set out on the voyage of the conquering fools,
Amazing how we all want this life a little more
Is it me or does it seem that life just
"Back in the day"
Oh it wasn't that far.
Not
There are few things pure in this world anymore, and
I look out below me the clouds on top the
Oh, my twenty thrown down in my fist of rage
And
Down the road there was a man walking, walking
Knapsack round