But I'm fleeing with you and I'm glowing (Ooh) And we don't own now with all we got I will follow you and we'll both go missin' (Yeah) No I, And we don't even know where were going I still watch as she's runnin' away So she was born to live this way We

You don't find what you're looking for You're missing what you had before You change your mind, I'll be waiting here You just want to come home One day eventually Yeah, I know One day I'll have to let it all go

At the hundredth meridian Where the great plains begin At the hundredth meridian (you're going to miss me) Where the great plains begin (at the hundredth meridian) At the hundredth meridian (at the hundredth meridian) At the hundredth meridian (trust me)

One time, never give it up Two times, for all the love I got Three for you, where are you? One time, for the hips I got Two times, shaken to the top C'est Murphy qui l'a dit Three for you, I miss you too Everything was going well, no obligation Thought

Drifting and floating and fading away Little lune all day Little lune Are you missing the love of your kin Porcelain, are you wasting away in your skin Porcelain, do you smell like a girl when you smile Can you bear not to share with your child

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my

Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver That's exactly what I'm gon' do, do I know you got the message, I deliver He know, he know this He know, he knows this He know what's coming when I come through I never hit or miss, he know I always come through

You must take the "A" train To go to Sugar Hill way up in Harlem If you miss the "A" train You`ll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem Hurry, get on, now it`s coming Listen to those rails a-thrumming All aboard, get on the "A" train Soon you will

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

Heaven light a way for a fallen Let me ease the pain from my mother But he feels the deception in his head Down by the lake of Mississippi A boy was born poor and abandoned And as he walk you could hear him yearning For a home and he prays And by the