She makes me feel good when I feel like hell Heaven is a girl that I've got to have She said leave your name At the sound of the tone Heaven is a girl I know so well She makes me feel better when I'm feelin' bad Call you right back When I get home Better

But you can't fly unless you let your I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart You can't fly unless you let yourself fall Don't have to be scared at all, oh my love I will catch you if you fall Let me tell you a story About a girl

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Oh darling I'm crazy after all these years Bitterblue, Bitterblue Breaking up is hard to do Bitterblue you know that I'm too Proud to cry I can't take my eyes off you And that's no way to say goodbye I'll take the train to nowhere This love is a sacrifice

You could never feel my story It's all you know I will not fold She's in control They all need something to hold on to They all mean well Pay your respects to society giving me hell May your dreams come to reality

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met Losing him was blue like I'd never known But loving him was red Missing him was dark gray all alone Burning red Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the

But don't think twice, it's all right Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe Ifin' you don't know by now An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It'll never do some how When your rooster crows at the break a dawn Look out your window

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man You don't know how lucky you are You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin' For something bound to fall apart Every time you're feeling empty Better thank your lucky stars If you ever felt one breaking You'd never want a heart

"My father, came from Japan, in 1905 He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan He, he, he worked until he was able to buy To actually build a store" Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it

A time for holding hands together A time for rainbow coloured weather A time of make believe that we've been dreaming of As time goes drifting by The willow bends and so do I But all my friends whatever skies above I know a time for spring A time for