What about your friends, will they stand their ground, Will they let you down again? What about your friends, are they gonna be lowdown, Will they ever be around, Or will they turn their backs on you? So to speak hypothetically Say I supply creativity to

Where are you now? Who do you go to for a shoulder to cry on? I hope that some day you might turn around and come back home When will I see your face again? No matter how far apart we become you know that I'll still hear your song This is the day. This

In this river all shall fade to black In this river ain't no coming back Ain't no coming back I've been around this world, yet I see no end. All shall fade to black again and again. This storm that's broken me, my only friend. Withdrawn a step away, just

In this river all shall fade to black In this river ain't no coming back Ain't no coming back I've been around this world, yet I see no end. All shall fade to black again and again. This storm that's broken me, my only friend. Withdrawn a step away, just

You've been Thunderstruck Could I come again please Thunderstruck, thunderstruck Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder I was caught In the middle of a railroad track I looked round And I knew there was no turning back

Pressure building Don't push me Let me get off the ground To you I'm no longer bound I need you out of my head You got me close to the edge I'm trapped and my back's up against the wall I see no solution or exit out I'm grinding it out, no one can see

Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and, jump. I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh can't you see what I mean? I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. And I know,

What about your friends, will they stand their ground, Will they let you down again? What about your friends, are they gonna be lowdown, Will they ever be around, Or will they turn their backs on you? So to speak hypothetically Say I supply creativity to

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

There and back again Bull just carried on Under fire he carried them out one by one Bullets all around Out of the men that he carried away Twelve men would now live to see one more day His fear held at bay as he carried them away Sometimes war is killing