Don't let it go to waste, I love it but I hate the taste Weight keepin' me down Done done and I'm on to the next one Done done on to the next one All my life I've been searching for something Something never comes never leads to nothing Nothing satisfies

Last night, I lost the best friend I've ever had Well she's gone of and left me, oh make me feel so bad Well it's early in the morning, Baby and my love come falling down to you I want you to tell me babe, honey what are we gonna do? Well I wait 'till

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly

Dance, don't hold the wall Dance don't hold the wall Dance, don't, don't, don't hold the wall Da-da-dance, don't hold the wall Come on baby dance with me It's getting down but I'll get up Baby hold on Dance, (What you do to me?)

Is it just smoke and mirrors? I want to believe All I believe, Is it a dream? That comes crashing down on me? All that I own But all that I own This is my word heart breaker, gatekeeper I'm feeling far away, I'm feeling right there This is my word, this

I went downtown to see milady She stood me up and I stood there waiting But it'll be all right when The Morning Comes Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair I've got nowhere to go, so I can go anywhere And it'll be all right when the Morning

Since I'm putting down all of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown, given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted comes and goes When I think about it the wind blows Run me out of town, somewhere a move

Hopin’ you’ll come through, too I’m pledging my time Well, early in the mornin’ ’Til late at night I got a poison headache But I feel all right Well, the hobo got too high And it came down natur’lly

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm 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 on

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's