I want to be successful, not famous.
It doesn't really matter what chords I play, what words I say or time of day it is, as it's only a Northern Song.
All I got to be is be happy.
Everybody is great really and has got to be great.
There's a fire that burns away the lies, manifesting in the spiritual eye.
The microscopes that magnified the tears, studied warts and all. Still life flows on.