Out of my mind on saturday night
1970 rollin’ in sight
Radio burnin’ up above
Beautiful baby, feed my love
This is who I am
Escapist, paradise seeker
Farewell now time to fly
Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies
This is my escape
Yes, I’m on my way
I’ll break away
Yes, I’m on my way
I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Again I would wander
Where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
Far far away on the island of dreams
If we’re on the island of unwanted toys
We’ll miss all the fun with the girls and the boys
When Christmas day is here
The most wonderful, wonderful
Wonderful, wonderful
Wonderful day of the year!
Big family dinner, the untold pain
Their eyes are sparkling on his frozen face
Angel’s calling asking to get in
All he wanted was a toy
All he needed was a gentle heart
To lead him through the dark
When there’s nowhere left to fall
[Rules, people! Rules!]
All I need is a miracle
All I need is you
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t have a clue
If you did you’d find yourself
Doin’ the same things too
Breakin’ the law, breaking the law!
I fought the law, and the law won.
And don’t wonder who them lawmen was protectin’
When they nailed the Savior to the cross
‘Cause the law is for protection of the people
Rules are rules and any fool can see
We don’t need no riddle speakin’ prophets
Scarin’ decent folks like you and me, no siree
Nah nah na nah sick boys.
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we’ll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair
[$#@%#^# always forget what thread I am in, esp. @ the end of a long work day…]
Let me sleep for awhile and dream of Avalon and the Beltane fires
And a silent kiss steals away into the mist and out to the lake
Where the sword will rise again from the water into the
Hands of the chosen one the righteous one
Forever and again
This is he, God’s chosen one,
Who’s come to save us from
All our oppressors.
We shall be kings on this world.
I’m a man of means by no means,
King of the road
I would never wish this much on you
When what you have might be enough
I would never want to drive that fast
Unless you’re ready, willing, happy
If you give me weed, whites and wine
And you show me a sign
I’ll be willin’
To be movin’
With the messengers of peace and the company of love.
All we are saying is give peace a chance