I hate you! Your own child I didn't touch you there Mother please forgive me I just had to get out all my pain and suffering Now that I am done, remember I will always love you I'm your son Little child, looking so pretty

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

Hello, hello Is anybody listening? Let go, it's everyone that's calling me Oh oh, won't somebody show me that I'm not alone, not alone Is there anybody, anybody? Yes I stumbled into the night We're touching but I feel like you're still out of reach But

I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from me to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My fingers in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat

I just have a gut feeling Don't know why I don't know what it was, really But the more we touch, the more it starts killing me Got the answers that I need Intuition telling me

Do nothin' till you hear from me Some-one told some-one and some-one told you But they wouldn't hurt you, not much, Since ev'ryone spread the story With his own little personal touch. Pay no attention to what's said Why people tear the seam of anyone's

You were born to shine Born to be who you are There's a light in your eyes and it's magic Everybody's gonna see that you have it Can't stop it, can't stop it Go go, no never give up And no no, everything that you touch Becomes alive right before your

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Coming up, cut me down, look at all the stuff we found Touch the sun, feel me now, we will live forever We will forever be faded under gold skies Coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up See the smoke when the sun shines Captivated in your cold eyes

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk