He?s a rebel and a runner He?s a signal turning green He?s a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He?s got a problem with his poisons
A modern day warrior Mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean, mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve
Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely
Big money goes around the world Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money
Sprawling on the fringes of the city Geometric order an insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems
An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert, red alert It's
I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath before I start off again Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and a friend
My uncle has a country place that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law And on Sundays, I elude the eyes, hop the turbine
Tough times demand, tough talk demand Tough hearts demand tough songs Tough times demand, tough talk demand Tough hearts demand, tough songs demand We
On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is A slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine
Like a million little doorways All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played For so many different directions Our
A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the
We've taken care of everything The words you hear, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We
: There is unrest in the forest, There is trouble with the trees, For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas. The trouble
: Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off
: There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. A planet of playthings, We
: There's no bread, let them eat cake There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth But they'
: "To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise..." I had heard the whispered
