Heaven, is this Heaven? Heaven, is this Heaven? Heaven, is this Heaven where we are? See them walking if you dare all, if you call that walking Stumble
We are the roses in the garden Beauty with thorns among our leaves To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed What is the reason for having roses When
Eager to please was just the way that he was Though his attempts there falling short Expectation, see he would tell of all his conquests Was he bragging
Times are far between and few I bet We can look upon our lives without regret Of all the things I have done You think I'm proud of everyone Without exception
Why are some men born With minds that earn degrees The loving cups Gilded plaques Grace their study walls Hide the cracks While their genius is turned
In the coolness of the morning Sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question To share a starry gaze, a look through the sky
Wakin' on a train dreamin' Charmed alone they started speakin' Captured in his artist way Before the memories fade away To remember a face Oh oh and
An August day in the hills of Spain A pair of children emerged from a cave The strangest sight, there alone they stood With skin of green and words no
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines Down prairie roads, pass the lone church spire Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? There'
There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind, rising ash, tide of black rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly
Even with my eyes closed Funny how I know It's harder, it's harder now Young girl In my young girl days Thinkin' I could live for always But like an
In the dark night a giant slumbered Untouched for centuries 'Til awakened by a white man's cry "This is the Eden I was to find" There were lands to be
I always knew that you would take yourself far from home As soon as, as far as, you could go By the quarter inch cut of your hair and the Army issue pay
Hey Jack Kerouac I think of your mother And the tears she cried They would cry for none other Than her little boy lost in a little world that hated And
Imitate that soured old song There is no individuality Only guises Shades of nonconformity There is no individuality Selling vantage points Low rate
To your common sense firm arguments I won't listen to your voice of reason, trying to change my mind I mind my feelings and not your words, didn't you
My how you've grown I remember that phrase From my childhood days too,"Just wait and see" I remember those words and how they chided me When patient was
If you intend to live again Open your eyes and don't pretend You're feeling there's nothing worth believing God, if you persist you'll die like this
