Behind the clouds, the sun is shining Believe me even though you can't quite make it out You may not see the silver lining But there's a big blue sky waiting right behind the clouds When you're feeling lonely, lost and let down Seems like those dark

Who wants to live forever? Who wants to live forever, who? There's no time for us There's no place for us What is this thing that builds our dreams Yet slips away from us? There's no chance for us It's all decided for us This world has only one sweet

There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay Up the revolution we're all prepared to die Up the revolution that was the battle cry Big Betty or Two-tone Annie his hair was never right He used to be cool with a glint in his eye but he lost it overnight Spinning

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

The way you look, the way you laugh, The way you love with all you have, There ain't nothing 'bout you that don't do something for me The way you kiss, the way you cry, The way you move when you walk by There ain't nothing 'bout you (there ain't nothing

Laying here in the morning light And all I want to do is hold you tight, just one more night 'Cause I'm in love with you Look, every time there's a new sunrise I open up my eyes And I say to myself, "In the whole wide world of guys I must be the luckiest

See the red All I know is Watch it flow Fall into pieces, I swear we're done You stick with me and prevail as one You call for reason It turns me inside out There's no direction No ebb and flow

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

I missed the last song I blame myself for just standing there too long When nobody's watching us The last song The light that's in your eyes, like everyone wants it to be Well can't you see that it must be this way Who knows who's wrong or right Just as

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see