Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The

Too Much Information About Nothing.

Now The Wintertime Is Coming The Windows Are Filled With Frost I Went To Tell Everybody But I Could Not Get Across Well, I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby I Don't Wanna Be Your Boss Don't Say I Never Warned You When Your Train Gets Lost.

[in 1951] We Were Also Told That The Russians Could Be Parachuting From Planes Over Our Town At Any Time. These Were The Same Russians That My Uncles Had Fought Alongside Only A Few Years Earlier. Now They Had Become Monsters Who Were Coming To Slit Our Throats And Incinerate Us. It Seemed Peculiar. Living Under A Cloud Of Fear Like This Robs A Child Of His Spirit. It's One Thing To Be Afraid When Someone's Holding A Shotgun On You, But It's Another Thing To Be Afraid Of Something That's Just Not Quite Real.

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.