A hero comes home Though wide he may roam He goes where no one has gone He will return Out of the mist of history He'll come again

When will there be a harvest for the world All babies together, everyone a seed Half of us are satisfied, half of us in need Love's bountiful in us, tarnished by our greed A nation planted, so concerned with gain As the seasons come and go, greater grows

It won't be long, we'll meet again Numb, we're broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you The face of love You've never left me The rising sun Will always speak your name Your memory is never passing

(Conceived) Give me your hand (and born was one of light) Blood is spilt and man will follow (Rain and dark) Raise your head and taste the courage (the one of light) Fall from grace, unholy night I've come here to kill you Won't leave until you've died

Your wheels on fire Your one desire But we will overcome We see right through it Well you say, you won You'll work until the work is done I don't see you lift a hand To help out one of your fellow man And they're using up again

Say goodbye, my friend Here's your promised end Be a part of the grand parade Along we're driven On and on, it's a grand parade We're one, we're so sorry to say It's all the same, you will see On this grand parade

They know that it's almost over They know that it's almost In time, I will leave the city For now, I will stay alive Of tending to this fire I've used up all I've collected I have singed my hands

Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man Woman, don't try to love me I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaw's son The highway is my legacy On the highway I will run In one hand I've a Bible In the other I've got a gun Well,

Loneliness be over When will this loneliness be over I can't get it right Get it right Since I met you Fear, and panic in the air I want to be free From desolation and despair And I feel like everything I saw

'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