Walk on, walk on And love is not the easy thing Stay safe tonight And I know it aches And your heart it breaks And you can only take so much The only baggage that you can bring... The only baggage you can bring

I know it's easier To walk away, Than look it in the eye. Light to dark Dark to light Morning comes too early , And night time falls too late. And sometimes all I want to do is wait. The shadow I've been hiding in

Late last night, I went for a walk, Down by the river near my home. Couldn't believe, with my own eyes, And I swear I'll never leave my home again. I saw a man walking on the water. Coming right at me from the other side. Calling out my name; do not be

Let's drink a toast to the fool who couldn't see Bartender pour the wine, 'cause the hurtin's all mine Tonight the heartache's on me But tonight the heartache's on me, on me You could've heard a pin drop When they walked through the door Had to turn my

Leather rebel Hero of the night Blood and thunder Rushing through me Till the dawn of light The sky is turning red Like a renegade All alone I walk through fire Till I crash and blaze

Wish upon a star Take a step enter the land Walk through the air Take my hand Wishmaster's will Join him the quest for dream A make-believe Is all we ever need No matter who you are

Alive or dead, but not dead yet Widdershins and hence we fly The left hand path Attract a wicked mind The path I walked is now covered in dust of contrition as you say I've lost my way The nights getting clouded over I hear the echo of your call

Well my mama she didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long, oh Lord Well my mama didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long I didn't care what she didn't 'low, I would Boogie-woogie When I first came to town people, I was walkin' down Hastings

Late last night, I went for a walk, Down by the river near my home. Couldn't believe, with my own eyes, And I swear I'll never leave my home again. I saw a man walking on the water. Coming right at me from the other side. Calling out my name; do not be

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away