Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

They won't give peace a chance, that's just a dream some of us had

I've got 50 different tunings in the guitar.

We'll laugh and toast to nothing, and smash our empty glasses down.

Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.

Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.