Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I Always hear when you sigh Never in my wordland Could there be ways to reveal In a phrase how I feel Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic Music we make with our lips

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

The cavalries charged When God's on your side Oh my name it ain't nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in

Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage. Mersey River, fare thee well. Well, I am bound for California, but I know that I'll return someday. So fare thee well, my own true love. When I return united we will be. It's not the leaving of

No man is an island No one should be on their own Look at the horizon, 'cause love will always take you home She said all hearts break, don't lose faith You can't live life that way 'Cause when you go solo, in the feeling solo You become your own worst

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Have

And what you've seen isn't there anymore Just like it has before Now we can say that nothing's lost and only change brings round the prophecy Where now it's melting, the solid frost was once a veil on greener landscapes we would see Beneath my surface

I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride

Out on the water The island of the dead that live There they dwelt Until they left the world and Still their deeds live forth in songs