: It could happen to you, a defect from the wasted outskirts of los angeles with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD and no authority or trajectory on the
can work together and make sense of this don't be so sure you can chuck it all away you've got to proceed no matter how bad you want to stay it's a natural
: Shut your eyes, see the future's distant shore march ahead more enlightened than before and there's sure to be bumps and distractions but I know we
: It's a long way to the promise land so you'd better well know your way where's a ship on the ocean and an albatross who is trying to lead you astray
: We don't need any more mountains because the trail builders failed to give us passage there so we can't reach the sky we don't need any more failure
: The silent stray inertia No burden on my back No determinance, no ballast No chance of looking back It doesn't matter what's ahead It's time I'll hit
go as obstacles get bigger, prevailing winds blow stronger and the fire continues to grow don't let shallow water limit your perception heed the new horizon
: From the time she could crawl She was all draped in macrame' She was preen and redeemed In a church that tried to show the way She was taught to never
lame senility wake up the new america wo-oh! transcend the mass hysteria wo-oh! change is the thing you're wary of wo-oh! we need a new america wo-oh!
: I love my computer you make me feel alright every waking hour and every lonely night I love my computer for all you give to me predictable errors and
You were the one, you were my everything never apart, no one in-between then one day, when you went your own way you felt justified, and I was mortified
Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning and it was time to stand my ground and as the gawks and stares bombarded me you know, I didn't even hear a sound
It could happen to you, a defect from the wasted outskirts of los angeles with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD and no authority or trajectory on the brink
We don't need any more mountains because the trail builders failed to give us passage there so we can't reach the sky we don't need any more failure
I love my computer you make me feel alright every waking hour and every lonely night I love my computer for all you give to me predictable errors and
It's a long way to the promise land so you'd better well know your way where's a ship on the ocean and an albatross who is trying to lead you astray
lame senility wake up the new america wo-oh! transcend the mass hysteria wo-oh! change is the thing you're wary of wo-oh! we need a new america wo-oh