The wind calls your name, get out of your bed Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Hear his boots and see the figure passing by Echoes of him have been heard Spiritually he is all intact Say your prayer

I'm going down. My nose is in the sand I'm going down, down, baby. My nose is in the sand A cloud of dust just came over me and I think I'm drowning on dry land You know, my father told me, son don't rush to be a man You know, my father told me, son

Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with Restless Heart All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday Only thing

How many years I'm All Things to All Men All of the Women All the Children Just say when And I'll take you to my Tardis Who's the Hardest Who's the Hardest (4x) Look at the monster you make

Don't be afraid, just knock on the door, Then a voice from above said- Horace wimp,this is your life, Go out and find yourself a wife, Make a stand and be a man, Well he just stood there mumblin and fumblin' Late again today, he'd be in trouble though

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

The feelings I once felt are now dead and gone I've waited here for you for so very long I’ve waited here for you, so long Erase what was Stillborn, I have become Just a shell of a man Stillborn, this I understand

Con mi amor atado entre tus manos Con mis sueños todos enredados Con mi amor tan lejos de tus labios, oh Justo cuando yo me enamoré Te fuiste y no sé por qué Justo cuando yo me confié Y una vida entera imaginé Justo cuando yo cerré los ojos y salté Sin

Pretending, pretending Don't be pretending about how you feel Don't be pretending that your love is real How many times must we tell the tale? How many times must we fall? Living in lost memory You just recalled Working on the sound of the band Trying to

Get a hold of yourself Get a hold of yourself, now boy Get a hold of yourself, now As I sit and wait for some answers The questions go round like a Kamikaze pilot Enlightenment's just a romancer I wish it were here burning brightly though the skylight If