With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride Married to a dream with a mistress named music I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old,

This one’s for you Pour my heart in the melody To keep you singing along This might not be the right time For saying what I’m trying to There’s a couple people that I owe a beer or two These might not be the right lines to prove And three or four I owe

"We've done four already but now we're steady And then they went: One, two, three, four" Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Got no time to pack my bags, my foots outside the door I got a date, I

Why are you singing me love songs? What good is a love song? What good is a love song without the love? (Ooh) Without the love Why are we acting like lovers? We don't know each other Even though we used to rule the world A love song without the love And

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. You were only waiting for this moment to arise Take these

I'm singing I'm in your mind You're in my mind La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da Open the slits in your face and start your day You don't have much time to make your slits look just right La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da Look in the mirror

Songs in the kitchen All my dreams came true My songs took me far away Now I'm singing them every night In these bright lights up on this stage To tell you the truth I'm probably just missing Songs in the car Songs from the heart

And I don't believe him, morning is mocking me I can't control you, I don't know you well These are the reasons I think that you're ill And birds were singing to calm us down He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his

A composer but never composed 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? Oh, their faces are dancing They're dancing til Til they can't stand

They say I made the moon Everything was in the dark No memories at all Just a tiny freezing wind in my back As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me "Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in