I've been too long in the wind Too long in the rain Taking any comfort that I can Looking back and longing for The freedom of my chains And lying in your loving arms again If you could see me now The one who said that she'd rather roam The one who said

Their eyes are all around me, now they see me, now they don't Their eyes are all around me, now shes lookin' at a ghost Maybe its cold blood! Cold blood! C-c-c-cold blood Sweet, sweet heaven it feels like defeat, yeah The cold, cold blood it covers my

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

You found me When no one else was lookin' All of my confusion The ups and the downs And you still didn't leave I guess that you saw what nobody could see How did you know just where I would be? Yeah, you broke through I can't believe

Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by She wears her satins like a lady She gets

I'm a winner at a losin' game Have ever had to love someone That just don't feel the same Tryin' to make somebody care for you Is like tryin' to catch the rain And if love is really forever Baby, look here at me Have you ever seen me this way

And heaven's here on earth In our faith in humankind In our respect for what is earthly In our unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding And respect for what is earthly You can look to the stars in search of the answers Look for God and life

We're all born to be free We're all born to be great But we're all looking for The Hollywood sign And trying to find the interstate We're all grown From the same old roots We're all kicking In the same old boots

Looking back on those days of thunder I shake my head and I have to wonder How we ever made it through that There's a road and a restless wind Ain't it good to feel that way again Here we are, the way we were A lot of trucks lined up down by the lake

It seems our problems solve themselves When we look beyond us to those truly in hell Bound to learn the hard way This is the human condition There is nothing that can be said To stop us from making mistakes When I look to myself as a source of ending