Oh, Man, Oh How I Wish I

And When You Wake, You Will Fly Away, Holding Tight To The Legs Of All Your Angels. Goodbye, My Love, Into Your Blue, Blue Eyes.

So The Story Goes, So I'm Told The People He Knew Were Less Than Golden Hearted Gamblers And Robbers Drinkers And Jokers, All Soul Searchers Like You And Me

Look, Here Are We, On This Starry Night Staring Into Space, And I Must Say, I Feel As Small As Dust, Lying Down Here...

How We Can Stay Faithful To The People That Have Supported Us From The Beginning Is A Thought In My Mind. I Always Want To Keep That Part Of It Alive.

I Believe In Love, But Believe It's Love That Keeps Beating Me Down.