: I work in the mornin', I work in the night the men on the block, they just laugh at me I work in the mornin', I work in the night the men on the block
: You cut me deep, but now i'm gonna see you weep, yeah this broken man is gonna do the best he can, yeah I'll see you pay, before I give you my heart
: Well, first I have to tell you that I'm not insane and that once I was a famous archaeologist {named} {who ran} a recent expedition in a distant land
: I would have given you all of my heart but there's someone who's torn it apart and she's taking almost all that I've got but if you want, I'll try
: There is a wind, my Billy, and it's awful strong Come for you, and anyone who's helped you along. But I want to live, live, live and let the stars
: I'm going home to the town where I was born where little children laughed as they sang a happy song in the little town of Ceylon, Ceylon city, Ceylon
: I'm so sleepy, yeah I'm so sleepy, yeah I could lay my head on a piece of lead and imagine it was a springy bed 'cause I'm sleepy, sleepy soon I'm
: I've been pushed around made to look a clown but now, now I know it is time for me to start to grow I'm gonna be king I'm gonna see things right I
: Why don't you come over? It's lonely at the wooden lodge Why don't you come and see our baby? You haven't seen her for so long Come on baby, shift
: You left me wearing nothing but a shell You left me wearing nothing but a shell This feeling you've left me, is the image of hell I thought that you
: While lookin' into my drawer only yesterday you know, the things that I saw made me cry I saw the pictures and letters, I should have known better
: In the blackness of the night I seem to wander endlessly with a hope burning out deep inside I'm a fugitive, community has driven me out For this bad
: Well here comes my wife and that's the story of my life she haunts me though she don't want me She follows badly in disguise but it's not hard to recognize
: The view from the top can be oh so very lonely and you can be missing such a lot that could be yours Why can't I stop forgetting myself? Why am I
: Baby, you're cool And even though you've never been to school I know you're fine but then you change your mind Then you start on driftin' and fall
: I know I think a lot but somehow it just doesn't help it only makes it worse The more I think The more I know the more it hurts With only solitude
: Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree an apple tree, Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree and the man who owned it wanted it to
: See the funny little people running 'round in circles throwing bombs as they do See the funny side of it they're heading straight for you See the
