Yes, I guess it was me, for us to guess That we're gonna have to be free Can't strain my brain I can't strain my brain I know how it feels to worry all the time I can't take the pain I know how it feels to worry over, just a dime Keep on runnin', when

Don't remember where I was I realized life was a game The more seriously I took things The harder the rules became I had no idea what it'd cost My life passed before my eyes I found out how little I accomplished All my plans tonight So as you read this

Oh, oh, oh, Jamie's cryin' She wants to send him a letter, yeah yeah Just to try to make herself feel better It said, "Give me" ("Give me a call sometime") But she knows what that'll get her She saw the look in his eyes And she knew better He wanted her

Nobody rules these streets at night but me I am the ruler of these netherworlds On every wall and place my fearsome name is hung I am a victim of the science age A child of the storm, whoa yes I can't remember when I was your age For me, it says no more,

You look at me and wonder, you look at me and doubt, Darling your eyes are asking, "Will the flame burn out?" Well, no one is sure of sun shine, no one is sure of dawn, But I am sure my love will live on and on. I'll be tired of you when stars are

Behind those eyes of blue I want to know how does it feel You've made your mistakes And now your heart aches People may say you've had your chance And let it slip away But hard as they try There's a dream that won't die Maybe once in a while

Where do broken hearts go Can they find their way home Back to the open arms Of a love that's waiting there And if somebody loves you Won't they always love you I look in your eyes So here I am And can you please tell me, oh

Lucy in the sky with diamonds Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head. Look

My old flame I can't even think of his name I've met so many men With fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eyes Some who sent me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of But I'll never be the same

Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full One for the master One for the dame And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Three bags full.