You know the feeling of something half remembered Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well You know the feeling of recognizing someone That you've never met as far as you could tell, well Laura is the face in the misty light Footsteps

It's alright, yes it's alright Told you once about your friends and neighbors They were always seeking but they'll never find it Where to go and where to see It's always been this way and it can never be Give it all and ask no return And very soon you'll

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who

I want her everywhere And if she's beside me I know I need never care But to love her is to need her everywhere Knowing that love is to share Each one believing that love never dies Watching their eyes and hoping I'm always there To lead a better life I

I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by

Come on and get me Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? You never met me You don't need a disclaimer You're not really famous One, two, three, four Crossed out, wrists bound

If it comes even once in a life It's never as easy to return But if you're willing to go on We'll find a way back to Avalon We gotta go back, someday we'll get it back We gotta get it back Somebody show me a way, somebody tell me the way

Never wanting more so I die where I dig I get what I give, so I'll die where I dig Bound with iron chain, solitary feed me to the grey We dig fields of apathy, excavating endless burial mounds Heavy lies the ground I get what I give, so I die where I dig

Don't you listen to the never Keep praying for rain Motherless child, rescue rescue Keep your ear to the shell, keep your ear to the shell Stay on the path that leads to the well Wonderful wonderful, wonderful wonderful Motherless child I am with thee,

No no they can't take that away from me No they can't take that away from me We may never never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still I'll always, always keep the memory of The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you wear