No one can see this is the hell in me. Protect me from the hell that burns inside of me. Will you set me free? This is the hell in me. Fall down into the chaos. Staring into the depths of pain darkness and suffering. I will not be moved from this place,

Roses, Bel Air, take me there I've been waiting to meet you Darling I'm waiting to greet you Come to me baby Palm trees in the light I can see, late at night Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate Trying to tell me to wait But I can't wait to see

While they're waiting for a While they're waiting for a miracle And waiting for a, and waiting for a, and waiting for a miracle You rub your palm on the grimy pane In the hope that you can see (when you're waiting) You stand up proud, you pretend you're

(Hey) Can anybody hear me? Is anybody out there? Driving around the city with my head down low, low See trouble up ahead and 2 ways to go, go One will bring tears to my baby's eyes And do you hear them angels cry singing You are not alone You are not

I question all the voices in my head Are they mine or have I been misled? Total understanding doesn't seem to mean a thing When you can't see behind the silver screen, a figurine Can't you hear me scream? It seems I should have walked away Reverse the

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

The sun does shine I can't wait one minute more We can't wait one minute more The sun will shine Don't wait for an invitation No need for reservation This life is an exploration And you gotta see what I see in you Just think of the destination

'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out. And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down, I got my mind made up and I can't let go. I'm killing every second 'til it sees my soul. I'll be running, I'll be running, I'll be your light, your match,

Take me back to my southern ways Where I can be myself and live another day Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face When I was 15 I dreamed of leaving my home I had to see the world And live like a rolling stone I heard California

His friends are all gone 'cause he's the last rebel He's the last rebel There's a grey horse standin' still As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride As the rain pours off his hat You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes Now the