It starts with you and me (whoa, whoa, hey) We gotta be bold We gotta be brave We gotta be free We gotta get loud Making that change You gotta believe (whoa) We'll look deep inside And we'll rise up and shine

Sweet Memory Talking bout a sweet memory It goes round and round in my head Pretty soon I'll want the real thing instead But for now I got this sweet memory Sunny day Sunny day Not a cloud crosses the sky Not a tear comes to my eye On this sunny day

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

This makes as much sense as a frog on a chain A leper knocking trees down with his fist Twisting my ear like I'm a school yard churl You know I want to sit beside that long-legged girl Wearing overalls and daddy's boots and mom's old coat Let's sing one

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

I done fell in love once again, oh-no, no Off the boot, she lace her shoe, she getting gone And she smoke the loudest weed, Cheech and Chong Fallin' in love with the ice Fallin' in love with the world I'm fallin' in love with the life Fallin' in love

How's that steel horse ride on the streets of gold? Does the promised land have any ol' back roads? Ain't a doubt you've done a burnout on a cloud Knowin' you, you probably laid her down Have you revved it up while the angels sang? Did God get on ya, did

From my mouth Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by Saw what I'd done he set up a nest outside, And he sang about what I'd become He sang so loud, sang so clear I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, So I invited him in, just to reason with

I had a dream What does it all mean? But what does it mean? Davie Bowie taught us how to skateboard but he Was shaped like Gumby And I had a dream, we took a helicopter Flew it up too high Got stuck in the clouds, don't wanna come down And I had a dream,

If we do not learn to change We have, already lost I have traveled So far to find So little, meaning In tragedy,or tragedy In, the search for, meaning Dark clouds have lead me here Confined, freedom