Everything must go The story of a woman on the morning of a war Remind me if you will exactly what we're fighting for Calling calling I know you must be there Calling calling for something in the air Shao Lin shakin' for the sake Of his soul Everything

When was the last time you did something for the first time? Maybe something new is what you're needing Like a real life, let your hair down, feel alive You say you never danced to a dashboard singin' R.E.M. under summer stars Never leaned back on a jet

When was the last time you did something for the first time? Maybe something new is what you're needing Like a real life, let your hair down, feel alive You say you never danced to a dashboard singin' R.E.M. under summer stars Never leaned back on a jet

I would, my friend, Fernando If I had to do the same again There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret

There's something in the air So dry your lily eyes don't be so cruel A little celebration Using all you know it's meant for fools This is a celebration Hang your weary head you seem defeated Like the little girl you've been with cheated And in the

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

Of course, of course, of course I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Oh, that ever

I believe in angels I'll cross the stream, I have a dream Something good in everything I see When I know the time is right for me I have a dream, a song to sing To help me cope with anything If you see the wonder of a fairy tale You can take the future

Oh oh oh oh, in your town In your town I feel a little less lonely right away Something in the air intoxicates And even though the streets are filled with pain There's a part of me that always wants to stay And time stays frozen, all seems golden now

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I