Reach, It's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else, For anyone but myself You gotta get up In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet I'm not a selfless man

When your chips are down When your highs are low Reaching for the light Knowing we can't win It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the freeway burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light

Who will save your soul and love me here. And I find my place So well let down your guard So when it get's too late When it get's too far Know this is a universal truth People let me down. So reach out for the things that you can use Buried in the ground

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

My California king In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I'll be California wishing on these stars For you're heart on me So how come when I reach out my finger Chest to chest Nose to nose Palm to palm

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it More than a woman, more than a woman to me And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night

Did you let me go For the good life Get you one night in the sun Oh, baby I'm going on When the laureate could tell us why And no preacher could decide Tell me now, oh, baby I'm going on When there is no map, no good advice And no road to paradise

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November