There's a place out on the edge of town, sir Rising above the factories and the fields Now ever since I 'as a child I can remember That mansion on the hill In the day you can see the children playing On the road that leads to those gates of hardened

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor

(To your arms) (But I love you) So I'll cry if you won't take me there (If you won't take me there) Baby, I understand da reason why you're leavin' But dat doesn't make it any easier to bear I know dat I played dis game a fool wen I was cheatin' Now I'm

Send me a postcard When you get to where you're going Send me a line To everything you've left behind Won't you let me know But life's not what you make it, baby Honey, now that your shackles are gone And you're out there on your own If things get hard

Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem I'm going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in my garden La la la, la la la, la la la la It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only

Ooh, then I suddenly see you Ooh, did I tell you I need you I was alone, I took a ride I didn't know what I would find there Another road where maybe I Could see another kind of mind there Every single day of my life Got to get you into my life You

With my eyes on you Don't matter where we've been No, there ain't no better view Than you in my arms with my eyes on you No matter where we go No matter what we do If you're there, girl, I've got my eyes on you We've been to both Carolinas Seen a big

Sing a song sweet music man 'cause I won't be there To hold your hand like I used to, I'm through with you You're a heck of a singer and powerful man but you surround yourself With people who demand so little of you You touched my soul with your

Inside this dying world I can only imagine that wrath is being held out So there will be time for us to be redeemed But surely wrath is not being held out So that we may redeem ourselves For I've seen the madness Of those who died trying But is regret