Most of us are sad No one lets it show I've been shadows of myself How was i to know? Tell me scarlet sun What will time allow? We have brought our children Here who can save them now? Oh, weeping woman try to smile

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

The shape shifter I am the walker on the wind I am the eagle in the sky Howling in the night I was born of giant's blood Raised in Asgård, the home of gods I am the master of disguise For this trait I've gained your prise Fast in thought, quicker tongue

Too busy to think about us And you were just too busy being fabulous 'Cause you were just too busy being fabulous I came home to an empty house And I found your little note 'Don't wait up for me tonight' And that was all she wrote Do you think I don't

Ever since the day When the world was an onion For the spirit to soar and play That's how it's gotta be Whatever is right for the bumble bee And river and the eagle is right for me River, it likes to flow Eagle, it likes to fly

Loving her was easier Than anything I'll ever do again I have seen the morning Burning golden on the mountain in the skies Aching with the feeling Of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world The way she smiled upon my soul as I lay

'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks No, the Greeks don't want no freaks But the Greeks don't want no freaks There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later you

He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin` no one else could see They say that he was crazy, The kind that no lady should meet He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street He wants to dance, oh yeah, He

I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me When we were in love, if we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove So