You're not there To celebrate the man that you made Is it fair? You'll never know the person I'll be Every step I take, you used to lead the way Now I'm terrified to face it on my own To share in my my success and mistakes I only got you in my stories

What's going on? Could this be my understanding It's not your fault, I was being too demanding I must admit it's my pride that made me distant All because I hoped that you'd be someone different There's not much to know about you Fear will always make

Many words are spoken when there's nothing to say They fall upon the ears of those who don't know the way To read between the lines That lead between the lines That lead me to you All that I ask you is Show me how to follow you and I'll obey Teach me how

Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to

All set ready to go, but little does he know He ain't comin' back no more All set ready to fly, into that deep blue sky Like so many times before Now the tower's callin', there's no reply And there's nothin' they can do Now the night is fallin' before

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand It's how I know now that you understand There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come I'll be your man if you got love to get done Sit here and watch the sunlight fade Honey, enjoy, it's gettin' late There's

All love is lost, so carry the cross 'Cause there's no human in us left We are music made for the deaf They play a game that they know they'll never win Sick and tired of the world they're living in The messiah showed up high on heroin The workers all

What's going on? Could this be my understanding It's not your fault, I was being too demanding I must admit it's my pride that made me distant All because I hoped that you'd be someone different There's not much to know about you Fear will always make

Your life serving daughter Be scared of living There's hope in the air There's hope in the water There is a man that I know For seventeen years he never spoke Guess he had nothing to say He opened his mouth on judgment day I listened with all of my might

There he goes... One, two, one, two, three, four... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax... But he's always movin' much too