I've seen the Ides of March And I've seen the fall of Rome I've seen all kinds of stuff But I never see my home If my life-line is These million
Just like a person from another world My eyes can see inside you, little girl I see things that you don't want to see I see things you're trying to
Down in this hot town At some old cafe tonight You hear the dogs bay At the green neon light It's one hundred degrees But the heat is free In
Lala Salama To the Masai Mara And asante sana Kichwa Tembo I'm going Oloololo Back to the world where I'm from Soon I'll be flying solo On a
In this bookcase full of stories You find some of them are true Tales of love and glory Many lives of daring-do There is mystery and adventure They
[Overwhelming World] Overwhelming world tied up in a knot Anything you ask is everything I've got I can't let go It's all you need It's all I know
There was a time I knew All that there was to know No one could tell me then I was wrong I wasn't strong enough To see where my weakness lay The
Touched by a butterfly on my way home Flying who knows where Walking down that dusty road Without a care The sun was shining up in the country
Wednesday morning was the last time we talked I guess she figured it was better if she walked It could've been me just the same There's no winner
I hear you in my sleep I've fallen in too deep Sometimes it's hard to keep Secrets, secrets It's like a breath of air I feel it everywhere And
Albuquerque will be there in the morning Purple mountains will rise up from the floor After that you can just lift up the curtain And the whole world
I remember so long ago wondering Could we stay this way forever On this carousel turning and laughing We just wanted to be together And so we did
and how did they get to be so dumb Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings, zero feelings Blame it on human nature
how'd they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings, zero feelings Blame it on Human nature
streets affected by the storm called... America I'm doin this for y'all, and for me, for the Creator God save, these streets One dollar per every human
garbage of America Stuck in the brain of America Suffering in the body of America lying in the wicked spirit of America Dying In the old soul of America Ms America
sound around came by animals and trees No circus, no steakhouse, no furcoat-store Within time, nature will not take this anymore Nothing would be wrong in South America
the bargaining power of American capital in the UK. Whatever the nature of that deal is, It has made Britain into America's front line, The fifty-third
