The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

Somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go may lie a reason you were alive, but you'll never know.

I'm sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.