We are Pilgrims in a strange land We are so far from our homeland With each passing day it seems so clear This world will never want us here We're not
Kaptain Krude as performed by Galactic Cowboys Written by Colvin/Doss/Huggins/Sonnier Sailing on the ocean stewed, fell asleep while steering...Kaptain
Down from the mountains word would come We would soon move to Oregon. Pulled from the ground of yesterday Sell everything and move away. But it wasn'
Unsettled, angst driven, disaffected generation Hastened by the joy of laughter Fall away from ever after Something's happening there Something's happening
Okay Houston, we've got a problem here Pump it up Stuck up here in outer space with a bubble around my face Would have stayed if I only knew, before
OK they all say you're a winner now Save face, win with grace But you don't know how So big your heads gonna crack Someday your arms gonna snap From
life's not boring it's just ordinary like birds at rest inside a sanctuary where the ancient meets contemporary life's not usual it's ordinary life's
Different faces, different names Peculiar people just the same We are brothers in our hearts Though we've traveled far away Another galaxy to play Up
I can't say just how it began Drivin' across the western sand Something I could not understand Overcome by this Lentenland Drive into a Red Sun I can
Passing through Shanghai Looking down On my way to Bombay Looking down I was in search for something Looking down A little out of the ordinary Looking
When the final sun had set in the sky Didn't want to be alone, didn't want to be alone Remembering the days, when horses couldn't fly And the earth was
Given all that I have in the palm of my hand Possessions cannot fill the need I see before me, it's up to me I saw a little boy with blisters on his feet
quoting creeds of correctness cast in cannons of care convoluted compassion commiserating despair pin a ribbon on my heart for the ones who've gone before
A painted scene view of a street A large city, no crime, no deceit An autumn day, pastels and grace Buildings loom, ominous, hold them at bay The image
Hey! Could ya help, Jenny J.? Gotta problem at home And I don't really know what to do. Oh! The kid's outta control And the ring in the nose And the
Closed society the avant guarded name the password Tight lips Broken spirit locked behind a painful stone cold chest Reach into the valley of the shadow
Three o'clock in the morning Voice inside my head I'm wide awake, I should be sleeping Voice alive or dead Someone screamin' out a warning Should I heed