Hope is like a lighthouse keeper's beam Hope the master cobbler of our dreams For Hope believes in desert streams The mightiest of stars The microcosm
Mrs. Toad baked some cookies And Mr. Toad had a ball But when he finished eating the green sugar cookies Well his tummy couldn't hold them all Oh no No
I never had a closer friend than you I never had such good times as the ones we used to have together You're the one I told my problems to Throughout
L.A. people in hot cars Don't know which way to go No more room on the freeway Only want to get home Atmosphere is oppressive But we're breathing it in
Me: Talked to a friend one lonely day Told me that he was going away He's got to live some other place Him: I can't stay here another day And to you
Well the other night my automobile broke down on the road I had to walk a mile before I found a telephone I said, "Hello Operator, your phone just ate
Come aboard my ship, I've something to show you Some new equipment to take us where we're going A subspace machine, a hole in the fabric Of the very being
You tried and were thrown out of the garden Now you find it harder still You seem quite catatonic of late Say your last rites for the world that created
Mama don't need to Ph.D. in sociology To be aware of the revolution happening in the streets Papa said trends keep changing like the tides upon the sea
We're off you know to a distant land And the only ones allowed to come are those who feel they can Go right along with the master plan For we're all agreed
It doesn't really matter where you are You could be living on a distant star Just as long as you're feeling right You could be happy on this fine night
Across your open mind I trace erratic lines In motion and in time I fought a battle won To the surface of the sun Through fires on and on It's only
I see the hour's getting kinda late I know you've got to get to work by eight Yes I know But I don't wanna go home I wish you'd ask me to spend the night
December dream The last snowfall in June The darkest nightmare Too late Too soon Don't cry darling, don't cry We will all die December dream Don't leave
Hello sweet Joan so glad you're home Just called to say goodbye I'm leaving town I'm bent and bound Don't try to change my mind You ask me why I'm leaving
I just can't help myself You've got control of me I'm not the kind who likes to hang around I just can't help myself I should walk away But something'
Oooh lately when I'm talking I've been talking to myself My friends say they don't notice but they do 'cause I can tell I wake up mad every morning and
She was a sleek and slender enchantress 'd met at the Casbah When her green eyes first met mine I was overwhelmed with awe Well we danced all night to
