For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I will rise up with the weight of the world I will rise up from the darkness, purged Rise up, take back control I find resolve in the darkest part of my mind I can stand to be inside I find the light to be a little much at times But I will rise Rise up,

You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked. So baby I ask you... A man out of sync with his own program, trying to find some kind of inner link. I should have known it from the start

Don't fight it Don't fight it'll do your heart so good Live long enough you're bound to find Moonshine'll make a man go blind Never can tell what the brew will do But there's times you'll wind up feelin so fine Some women seem to have a knack They'll

Well I know, I know, I know History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "To late," the prophets (profits) cry The island's sinking,

Pet cheetah, cheetah I'll sit here 'til I find the problem No, I move slow I want to stop time I can feel pressure start to possess my mind I'll sit here 'til I I am on an island, no one to confide Eight days straight, eight hours each and not one line

A long, long time ago I had a dream Somehow things work out much different than they seem All the things that I tried to find, givin' me no peace of mind So now I leave it all as memories behind My time come at last My day is coming fast My love is gonna

You got to keep your head up When the world won’t let up I still believe in Sometimes you got to lose everything To find out that you’ve always been running blind Sometimes you got to leave everything To find out what you don’t want to leave behind

All you want is what you can't get back Once you let it go, then you know what you have Don't hold a candle to what you had Sometimes what you think you'll find It ain't quite what real life has in store So be careful what you wish for Don't know what

You should have told me, Lucy That's a long time How do you do, Lucy? You sure been hard to find I heard you had a daughter six years old And I just can keep from crying Six years and Lucy Lord, have mercy Is she pretty? Has she grown?