If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.

You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?