Henry Pond had no fun Had a face like a currant bun This adolescent little fella Was nicknamed by his friends, 'Old Yella' The doctors gave him creams
Our love was Our love was famine, frustration We only acted out an imitation Of what real love should have been And then suddenly Our love was flying
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes And then again I'll turn down love, having seen you
Relax and settle down Let your mind go 'round Lay down on the ground And listen to the sound Of the band, hold my hand Open up your mind We'll love right
Me and my brother were talkin' to each other 'Bout what makes a man, a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand
The Redchins in their millions Will overspill their borders And chaos then will reign in our Rael The country of my fathers A proud land overloaded Like
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man By the name of Silas Stingy He carried all his money in a little black box Which was heavy as a rock With
City lights are flashin', they call you to the streets Hearts are filled with passion in everyone you meet The Boulevard is waitin', it wants to get you
You might see me stumble, you might see me fall You might see me cornered with my back against the wall I may be incognito, maybe out to lunch Maybe caught
This thirsting within my soul Won't cease till I've been made whole To know You, to walk with You To please You in all I do You uphold the righteous
Back to the Rock that is higher than I Take me to the well that will never run dry Take me, take me, Lord To the Rock that is higher than I There
So many voices telling me which way to go So many choices come from those who think they know There's a way that seems right to a man but it only brings
When our labors all retire There will be a trial by fire Build your treasure, pass the test Or will it burn up with the rest? You can build upon a firm
Long distance run from darkness, headed into the sun And it seems like eternity till this race is won Soul and spirit, weak and weary, strength was almost
You say you've been feeling weaker, weaker by the day You say you can't make the joy of you're Salvation stay But good things come to them that wait,
Another sleepy Sunday, safe within the walls Outside a dying world in desperation calls But no one hears the cries or knows what they're about The doors
There's a step that we all take alone An appointment we have with the great unknown Like a vapor this life is just waiting to pass Like the flowers that
There's no feeling Like when you have a friend in need Their heart is wounded And you can feel your own heart bleed And you wonder will they pull through