Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean’s roar
Play for free, play for me, and play a whole lot more, more!
Singing about good things and the sun that lights the day
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost its way?
There ain’t no mountain high enough
Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight
Is softer than a lullaby
Now it’s time to dream
And if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me
I had too much to dream last night
Too much to dream
I’m not ready to face the light
I had too much to dream
Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
[Ok then, more Stevie…]
And you see she turns the eyes
And you see the eyes of a night bird
The ones you dream of
Finally the night bird
Finally the night bird
Tonight
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that’s abandoned.
Black crows in the meadow
Across a broad highway
Though it’s funny, honey
I just don’t feel much like a scarecrow today
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son I’m just sorry there’s no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land is my land
This land ain’t your land
Get off of my land
Go back to your land
I don’t like her
I don’t like her
I don’t like her
I don’t like her and you can’t make me
Would you like to say something before you leave?
Perhaps you’d care to state exactly how you feel.
We say goodbye before we’ve said hello.
I hardly even like you, I shouldn’t care at all.
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what’s going on?
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
Just hang your hair down in your eyes
You’ll make a million dollars
I take love into my hands
Journey back to winter land
Cut my losses, grow my hair
See some man to take me there
A spectral spirit kingdom rises in storm screens covered by ice
Night emits its shadow and there’s no difference between ravens
They have come for me, they will come to me
To the cursed realms of the Winterdemons
There, through the broken branches, go the ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro; cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and stiff the wind, and shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind; gaze no more in the bitter glass.
There stands the glass
That will ease all my pain,
That will settle my brain.
It’s my first one to day…