Hey brother, where you bound? There's a red cloud hanging over us And it's so big and it's gonna burst All you people with your heads in the ground And they're no good and they're everywhere Try to tell you, but you just don't care Try to hear you but

And I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first And I don't know why but with you I'd dance In a storm in my best dress There's somethin' bout the way The street looks when it's just rained There's a glow off the

Hold on John John hold on, it's gonna be alright You're gonna win the fight Hold on Yoko Yoko hold on, it's gonna be alright You gonna make the flight When you're by yourself And there's no one else You just have yourself

No house on a hill full of life's finer things And I'll tell you right now there's a whole lot that I just can't do So girl, I can't buy you a big diamond ring Oh, but baby, don't think I can't love you I learned the hard way real early in life That

Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?

Holding nothing There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from Just to get on level ground Shake your seasick legs around Dead of winter in a logo town Signs of life are soft and flickering Need a bed to lay my body down Dead weight to carry down

But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love, you'll find peace And the you you're meant to be

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

Can you believe me when I say, there's nothing I like better, Than just to sit here and talk with you. Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another The beauty of it is, hope you'll agree, though I'm a poor boy, I can still be happy, As

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you