You can tell me I won't fall apart. So just be honest and straight from the start. And it's so plain to me although the world may not see. Your smile's a disguise for the truth that's written in your heart.
Well, I'm off my rocker. I fell out of my tree. I've been standin' on shaky ground. There's no helping me, yeah. . I can't remember my number. I can't remember your name.
On what do you base your life, my friend?. Can you see around the bend?. Can you see?. . On what star do you take your sight. On a cold and blowy night.
Where will I be when I go back home?. Who will I see when I'm all alone?. And what'll I do?. . Where will I be when I go back home?. Who will I see when I'm all alone?.
Day after day when I wake up. I look in your eyes. At the smile in your eyes. . And time after time. When I look there. We're running in rhyme. . In a slow easy climb.
I come through here quite often. And I think about you. I come through here quite often. And I wonder what you do. . A wrong turn at the corner. I could say, "I got lost".
They want it all, they want it now. They wanna get it and they don't care how. They want it all, they want it now. They wanna get it and they don't care how.
You are walking, you've always been walking. Stumbling half blinded and dry as the wind. That strafes you and leaves you to lie in the sand. And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere.
Spirit son of a samurai tilting at windmills. A misfit in this century. He was looking for a living to be proud of. . Well, he was driven before a dozen winds at once.
Look around again. It's the same old story. You see, it's got to be. It says right here on page 43. That you should grab a hold of it. Else you'll find it's passed you by.
My country, 'tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing. . Land where my fathers died. Land of the pilgrims' pride. From every mountain side. .
I feel as if I've fallen. Into someone else's dream. Loud voices calling and the smell of steam. The King's amongst the commoners. But someone has to steer.
There's one more thing. I would like to say. About what you do. There's one more thing. There might be one more way. To do what you do. . You don't have anything.
All along the lee shore. Shells lie scattered in the sand. Winking up like shining eyes, at me. From the sea. . Here is one like sunrise. It's older than you know.
And he sits in the grand stand alone. He's got this big smile on his face. He feels like he's just come home. . Feels like he's finally, finally found his place.
First rain of winter. First fall from grace. It's my first hollow echo. In the halls of praise. . How could Samson. I thought he was blind as a bat. How cold he have torn down.
Born in the sunshine. Dyin' in the rain. Raised on laughter. Lost in a game. Love you, love you. . The game was bein' better. Wiser than you. Half an inch taller.
I feel like a child. Feel as if I might have grown up wild. And I feel like a fool. Feel as if I didn't do well at school. . And I keep expecting things that don't happen.
If I had ever been here before I would probably know just what to do. Don't you?. If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel. I would probably know just how to deal.