Played follow the leader Keeping my steps in time Counting on the wonder ahead I leave the pain behind It's on me It's all mine Go away They're
In the backyard In the garden You were always there Digging down where roots would burrow underneath Now the grass is always overgrown And the weeds are
On your way to the best years of your life Everyone's banging on their gongs The sooner you leave the sooner you're home Back in Massachusetts To your
I'm awake, you're still sleeping The sun will rise like yesterday Everything that we are now Is everything we can't let go Or it's gone forever, far away
Dorothy moves To click her ruby shoes Right in tune With dark side of the moon Someone, someone could tell me Where I belong Be calm, be brave It'll
5 a.m., March 16 Jesus on the radio You took a photograph of me on your yellow bucket seat Its too high, its too wide You're so low you don't know To
When we all had finally washed ashore It was clear there was no one else around We declared a national holiday A chance to build it from the ground, ground
You walked out when I asked you to stay As usual you will get your way You closed the door, stumbled down to the street Where you wring your hands and
Doesn't it bring you down so many lights and sounds Call your mom on the telephone tell her you're coming home Tell her there's not a chance, you're ever
Ramona, where have you been? I couldn't go to sleep till you came in Ramona, you're Miss Oklahoma And you miss Oklahoma I'll get you what you want 'Cause
Dreamed I was dead sleeping in your bed I floated up from the ground and looked down Then finally I could see completely Heard the angels' song I know
The secrets that we keep, we say them in our sleep And wrestle down our souls if we would speak I watched you board a train in the London rain And waved
Say goodbye, lose your friends Make them go, don't need them around 'Cause it's time, lose your friends Make them go, was never supposed to be like this
Shining like a work of art Hanging on a wall of stars Are you what I think you are? You're my satellite You're riding with me tonight Passenger side,
I threw away your greatest hits You left them here the day you split Your bass guitar and shag CD Well they don't mean that much to me right now I'm going
I built a time machine I'm going to see the homecoming queen Take her to the Christmas dance Maybe now I'll get in her pants, whatever Back with my high
We're not sentimental We're just oil-filled machines Trying not to say the things we mean You gotta show us a little love Our big brother tells us That
I've come down with somethin' I'm frozen, tied up, cast in lead It's simple, so says the captain Face forward, move slow, forge ahead I'm earnin' a reputation
