Many songs, many lines
Many moments, many times
You cast a
[Sung by Johnny Biggs (trombone player)]
Now what starts with the
I see her standing there
By her front door
The way she
What's the point of this
I've got the graveyard shift
And it's
Sometimes I think of what you said
And its sad but
Sometimes I think philosophy
About the future and where I want
The ballot's cast, the votes are in
Our workers slave so
I hope you know you were an inspiration
To everyone who
What does the future hold?
I hear it's bad, I hear
This song is all I have to reach you in
I'm growing lost
The story's short
The end seems shorter
Because we've got
I just don't know, the kids and the bands and