Shall I try to write some more?
25 or 6 to 4…
I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack
Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back
She wrote upon it
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone
There’s an old Christmas card in an old dusty trunk
And it brings back sweet mem’ries dear to me
'Tho it’s faded and worn, it’s as precious as the morn
When I found it 'neath our first Christmas tree.
There’s a family Bible on the table
Each page is torn and hard to read
But the family Bible on the table
Will ever be my key to memories
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we’d count our many blessings, one by one
Bless this house, O Lord we pray,
Make it safe by night and day . . .
Bless these walls so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out . . .
Bless the roof and chimneys tall,
Let thy peace lie overall . . .
Bless this door that it may prove,
Ever open,
To joy and love . . .
Count your blessings
Count them, one by one
Count your blessings,
See what God hath done…
Quiet now
Will we gather to conjure the rain down
Will we now
Build a civilization below ground
And I’ll be crowned
The community kicked it around
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all the remains is the arms of the angel
'Til all the remains is the arms of the angels
The ocean is a desert with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
I woke up in a Soho doorway;
A policeman knew my name.
He said you can go sleep at home tonight,
If you can get up and walk away.
I staggered back to the underground,
And the breeze blew back my hair,
I remember throwin’ punches around,
And preachin’ from my chair.
It’s a fine line between pleasure and pain
You’ve done it once, you can do it again
Whatever you’ve done, don’t try to explain
It’s a fine fine line between pleasure and pain
It’s all the same
The first thing at Christmas that’s such a pain to me
Is finding a Christmas tree
The second thing at Christmas that’s such a pain to me
Rigging up the lights
And finding a Christmas tree
Overture, curtains, lights,
This is it, the night of nights,
No more rehearsing and nursing a part,
We know every part by heart…
They’re gonna put me in the movies
They’ll make s big star out of me
We’ll make a film about a man that’s sad and lonely,
All I gotta do is act naturally…
You don’t have to be a star, baby, to be in my show
Oh, honey, you don’t have to be a star, baby, to be in my show
Somebody nobody knows could steal the tune that you want to hear
So stop your running around, 'cause now you’ve found what was cloudy is clear
Star baby,
Flashy little shiny little two timin’ mama singin’,
Star baby,
Shiny little flashy little lovin’ machine…
'Cause I’m the greatest star
I am by far, but no one knows it
Ooh-hoo, nobody knows it
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh-hoo, nobody knows it, nobody knows
Right from the start
I gave you my heart
Oh oh, I gave you my heart
Don’t go breaking my heart
I won’t go breaking your heart
Don’t go breaking my heart
nm
What becomes of the broken-hearted
Who had love that’s now departed?
I know I’ve got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe
So maybe now this prayer’s
The last one of it’s kind…
Won’t you please come get your “Baby”
Maybe