Till there's nothing left standing, Nothing left of yesterday There's not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There's not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the past Shatter every window till it's all blown away, Every

That's what makes it love That's what makes it a love song I was standing there crying in the kitchen It's been one of those mornings that's gonna last all day And he comes in, wraps his arms around me And I don't even have to say a thing He comes in,

Is this what you wanted to be Alone standing by yourself Is this all you wanted to be It's stranger than fiction How you've decayed It must be so lonely Lost within your ways Or was that a cry for help By yourself, by yourself, by yourself

Standing at the end of The final masquerade The light on the horizon Was brighter yesterday Shadows floating over Skies begin to fade You said it was forever But then it slipped away Tearing me apart

You're a waterfall washing over me I'm a thirsty man let me drink you in I am on my way You're a mountain top When I reach for you Your love lifts me up And all that I want is to be Where you are There you are standing strong

Please, please take my hand Please take my soul to rest So we can always be around Hold my head on stable ground Watch as the earth falls all around The last baron, the last baron I was standing staring at the world and I still can't see it I guess

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting

Spending our time like we are millionaires Singing our hearts out standing on chairs Laughing our heads of, the two of us there Millionaires Ooohoh ooohoh If time was money, yeah we'd be worth a fortune I swear you may think you're rich You could have a

Burnin' all pollution tonight How many rivers This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to

(La la, la la, la la la la) In the night there is something wild Here in my place and time And here in my own skin I can finally begin Let the century pass me by, standing under the night sky Tomorrow means nothing I was only a child then Feeling barely