Music Attracts The Angels In The Universe.

There's Only One Day At A Time Here, Then It's Tonight And Then Tomorrow Will Be Today Again.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

He Swift Don't Win The Race. It Goes To The Worthy, Who Can Divide The Word Of Truth.

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.