Oh, I'm gonna take my baby Say I wanna go there Won't you go to my morning glory? All of my visions were untrue Till I had a vision of you And untimely
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you By now you shoulda, somehow, realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody
Slip inside the eye of your mind Don't you know you might find a better place to play You said that you'd never been But all the things that you've seen
She's electric She's in a family full of eccentrics She done things I never expected And I need more time She's got a sister And God only knows how I
You gotta roll with it You gotta take your time You gotta say what you say Don't let anybody get in your way 'Cause it's all too much for me to take
Some might say that sunshine follows thunder Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine Some might say that we should never ponder On our thoughts today
Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand What is in his hands? He walks along the open road of love and life Survivin' if he can Bound
I don't feel as if I know you You take up all my time The days are long and the nights will throw you away 'Coz the sun don't shine Nobody ever mentions
I hitched a ride with my soul by the side of the road Just as the sky turned black I took a walk with my fame down memory lane I never did find my way
All your dreams are made When you're chained to the mirror of your razor blade Today's the day that all the world will see Another sunny afternoon Walking
On a first time in love Was electrocution But I fell out on the down Blind with injection Strawberries wake or naked Out here you're alone These streets
No words this time? No words. No, there are times when nothing can be done. Not this time. Is it censorship? Is it censorship? No, it's evaporation. No
Wake up you people, wake up all you saints The time is now for giving glory to His name until He comes Wake up you sinners, fall upon your face The blood
I lit my purest candle close to my window Hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by And I waited in my fleeting house Before he
I see an angel, fed up and pale You've been a sleeper You have been getting stale my friend Time to leave the vale again Back on the runway you accerlate
Pretty faces everywhere A few hard cases stop and stare They've got charm that is not right Pretty faces late at night Morning Glory what's the story
I lit my purest candle close to my window Hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond that passed it by And I'm waiting in my fleeting house Before