So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side. Slow down, we've got time left to be lazy All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We've got fifty good years left to spend out in the garden I don't care to beg

As long as we're out there Somewhere where we can go Get away from it all, get lost And god only knows where we'll go And hell I don't care As long as we're out there, yeah PFG's coming cross the creek Z71, headlights shinin through the trees The boys

We're dying in vain, We're hopelessly blissful and blind, We want it all, We've gone to far, From pride to shame, And we're all to blame, To all we are, With no sacrifice! We're trying so hard,

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who

Ice has covered up my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans. I went out into the night, I went out to find some light. Jesus Christ don't keep it hid! And the power's out in the heart of man, Take it from your heart put in your hand. I

I want to write you a song Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do I want to lend you my coat I want to build you a boat One that's beautiful as you are sweet With just a hint of pain For the feeling that I get when you are gone

You laugh creating a lightness in my chest Your eyes they penetrate me (Your answer's always maybe) That's when I got up and left Like the angel you are They turn the lights down low In shadows hiding from the world Only coming out when it gets cold The

Midway (Display their mind, ordering carriers, admirals at war) We'll meet at midway (To win the fight, tactics are crucial) Naval war Far from shore, a Pacific war Bombs are falling from the skies It's a bomb-run day, it's the naval way A blood-red sun

Mama don't cry no more Wipe those tears from your eyes Mama, theres so many nights we sleep in a bundle like a flock of sheep Ooh..better days are there for sure Oh I will bear the hunger, we poor Mama, theres so many times we go through days without

Is it over? His dreams are closed Shared woes and fiction Far, far away I remember a world That's gone astray Close your eyes, hold your breath Dreams severed from each other now Are tangled in a web