Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon

But lets forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell him I'm fine And to show, I overcome the blow I learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real Operator, could

I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off Open up your skull I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection I am the pick in the ice

Wherever I go, wherever I go Don't ever let go, don't ever let go You told me that you'd never be afraid of heights If we fall, we fall together baby, don't think twice again Now I'm waiting on the corner in the back of your mind It's a lonely place to

This is the industry. I am in the industry. You are in the industry. We are in the industry. This is the industry.

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

If I don't read my soul be lost Nobody's fault but mine Nobody's fault-a but mine Bible, taught me how to read Mother, she taught me how to read If I don't read, my soul be lost

It's like a heatwave burning in my heart (It's like a heatwave) I can't keep from crying Tearing me apart (Ooh, ooh heatwave) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, he's gonna love her)

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah (Give it to me baby) Come on get it, girl Baby, I'm a bad man (That's right) And you're my type of goody two-shoes girl Baby I'm a bad man, in a woman's world