Born is the king of Israel The first Nöel, the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay tending their sheep On a cold winter's night that was so deep Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel They looked up and saw a star

I'm just lookin' for some real friends (real friends) All they ever do is let me down Wonder where they're all hidin' out (hidin' out) Gotta get up out of this town No, I think I'll stay in tonight Skip the conversations and the "Oh, I'm fines" No, I'm

For you I'll always wait I, I love that girl She is the days I can't get over She is the nights that I call home endlessly Caught in the waves of hesitation Lost in the sea of my own doubt endlessly She is my rock and my rolling thunder I've been the

In the blackness of the night I seem to wander endlessly With a hope burning out deep inside I'm a fugitive, community has driven me out For this bad, bad world I'm beginning to doubt I'm alone and there is no one by my side I see a shadow passing by

Tell your friends, I got a factory of faith Factually I, I'm just a piece of it Factually I, the very least of it Be my wife, I think you're right that we should mate Late last night, I had a dream that it was great I got a factory of Factually I, is

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

End of times, just kill the quietude Hear my cries, and start the countdown Bury my crimes, somewhere deep within It's not that complicated Simply I just worship chaos No peace of mind from quietude Haunting nightmares follow thru The panic that lingers

At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth

He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks

The war of kings began On that night under the raging northern sky The seeds of legend lie Swollen almost to a man I am coming from the edge of madness A northern mourns the world of men Gonna drive them into exile Or never let them breathe again In a