Ride with the steel and the power of the sword Stand up and fight now and forevermore Rise through the night sky with daylight's desire To be free there must be black fire We come from Over the dark horizon sky With twisted tales of sacrifice To imagine

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

Help me make it through the night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

It's easy to remember But so hard to forget So I must dream To have your hand caress me Fingers, press me tight I'd rather dream Than have that lonely feeling Stealing through the night Each little moment

And here's to the dawn of their days. Sweet Sir Galahad Came in through the window In the night when The moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his And shook the long hair From his neck and he told her She'd been working much too hard.

Have a nice day Oh, if there's one thing I hang onto It gets me through the night I ain't gonna do what I don't want to I'm gonna live my life Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice Standing on the ledge, show the wind how to fly When the world

Did we all fall down? Well tonight, will it ever come? We hold in our hearts The sword and the faith Swelled up from the rainclouds Move like a wreath We'll lie another day And through it all

I guess I'm just a lucky so and so And when the day is through Each night I hurry to A home where love waits, I know As I walk down the street Seems everyone I meet Gives me a friendly hello The birds in every tree Are all so neighborly They sing

Yeah yeah yeah oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in