I Want To Get Up In The

I Just Hate To Be In One Corner. I Hate To Be Put As Only A Guitar Player, Or Either Only As A Songwriter, Or Only As A Tap Dancer. I Like To Move Around.

Drifting, On A Sea Of Forgotten Teardrops, On A Lifeboat, Sailing For Your Love

When Things Get Too Heavy, Just Call Me Helium, The Lightest Known Gas To Man.

With Any New Civilization... They Have To Have Their Own Officers And Police And Governments And All That.

The Smiling Portrait Of You Is Still Hanging On My Frowning Wall.