One, two One, two Three, four I know where all that time has gone Blown and drifted, listening to an August night I see where I was wrong How could I
Your head is a temple, I walk with the lamb At your fountain I wash the blood from my hands I pray deep inside you, where no one can see Except for
Come on lay your hands on me Feel the will of God's TV I will save you every one And you can pay me when I'm done 100,000 Jesus Children All dressed up
I believe in strangers, wherever they may be All the souls who shape the world look pretty strange to me Never met no president or shook a Gandhi?s hand
If there's one great thing to happen in my life If there's one great day, if there's one great height Let it be the time for peace, let it be the time
We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide The compass of decision falls always on one side But many went before us and still the cries
Can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that
Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from my ups and downs I'm in the middle without anything And I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I don
Night hangs on the city like a blanket on a cage A sacrifice prepared Laughter lies on faces where the sun has never shone The fear of life is strong
I searched the globe from A to Z Found a lot that made no sense to me I learned a man is just a man There's nothing more to understand What I'm looking
Who holds the money? Who holds the need? Who holds the strings of misery or the purse of greed? And the gunmen reap while the gangsters sow And law is
't have the magnetism of a national hero I'm not desperate enough to Carry 'round a bomb in a bag And I hate to clean up behind my dog He's a pretty big
Coming out into the day and all that I can see Is the red and white of the King's army I'll meet with them among the pine I'll meet with them by noon
In your fine green ware I will walk with you tonight In your raven hair I will find a Summer night Upon far flung soil I will run you through my head
It's a monument valley of concrete On the plain where the styrofoam roams She hits the trail by the charity store For the cavern of the mobile phones
In your fine green ware I will walk with you tonight In your raven hair I will fine a summer night Upon far flung soil I will run you through my head
What would you be if the waves set you free And the wind in your hair brought you sailing to me Tied up on the shore would you weary no more? When will