I Am An Old Scholar, Better-looking Now

The Art Of Longing's Over, And It's Never Coming Back.

It's Hard To Hold The Hand Of Anyone Who Is Reaching For The Sky Just To Surrender

You Go Your Way I'll Go Your Way Too

We're Always Experiencing Joy Or Sadness. But There Are Lots Of People Who've Closed Down. And There Are Times In One's Life When One Has To Close Down Just To Regroup.

I Can't Run No More With That Lawless Crowd While The Killers In High Places Say Their Prayers Out Loud. But They've Summoned, They've Summoned Up A Thundercloud And They're Going To Hear From Me. Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring Forget Your Perfect Offering There Is A Crack In Everything That's How The Light Gets In.