I Wish I Had A River I

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

Lord, There's Danger In This Land, You Get Witch Hunts And Wars When Church And State Hold Hands.

We Love Our Lovin'....but Not Like We Love Our Freedom.