: Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself because I love you, yes, I do. And when you give me that pretty little pout, it turns me inside
: Well, I'm a steamroller, baby, I'm bound to roll all over you. Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby, I'm bound to roll all over you. I'm gonna inject your
: Poor puppy, you look so sad, I guess you think that no one ever felt so bad before. Everybody has the blues, everybody has the blues. Everybody knows
: Way down here, you need a reason to move. Feel a fool running your stateside games. Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James. Woh, Mexico
: Let us turn our thoughts today to Martin Luther King and recognize that there are ties between us, all men and women living on the Earth. Ties of hope
: Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone. Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you. I walked out this morning and I wrote down
: You can play the game and you can act out the part, even though you know it wasn't written for you. Tell me, how can you stand there with your broken
: Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name? Your way and my way seem to be one and the same. Mamma don't understand it, she wants to know where
father smiling at me, swinging on his arm. I can hear my granddad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie where vessels and cargoes and fortunes and sailors' lives
: Moving in silent desperation, keeping an eye on the Holy Land. A hypothetical destination, say, who is this walking man? Well, the leaves have come
: How sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you. I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were. I needed someone
: Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this
to a friend of mine, he says making money's just a waste of time. He's a lazy gent, he don't pay no rent, he's all bent out of shape from living in a
: When this old world starts a getting me down, and people are just too much for me to face. I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares
: We are riding on a railroad, singing some else's song. Forever standing by that crossroad, take a side and step along. We are sailing away on a river
source of Dark and Day, maker whom we beg to be our mother father comrade mate. Till our few atoms blow to dust or form again in wiser lives or find
: Take all the money that we need for school and to keep the street people in out of the cold. Spend it on a weapon you can never use, make the world
: Something in the way she moves, or looks my way, or calls my name that seems to leave this troubled world behind. And if I'm feeling down and blue