I live on the second floor Of an old row-house down in Baltimore Watching the colors and the shapes Standing tall up here My face against the window
I'm wide awake It's the middle of the night I'm standing in the dark Waiting for the light And here I'll remain 'Til the sun is in the sky Standing in
We were young, twenty one All those years ago In came the fascination Everything was outta control Alive, untried From thickets and from thorns Out came
Looks like these afternoons of reverie are through What's left for me to say, what's left for me to do? Float along and feel the water on my back Try
Come on, dear friends Come gather 'round the mountain Drink from the fountain Tell your lovers it's time to go Tell them the tale When Sodom met Gomorrah
Am I asleep? Is this a dream? Oh, my God, what have I done Anything? At 23 You walked out on me Oh, my God, where have you gone Anyway? On the ocean
1945 was the year I was born My mother died but left behind a son You stayed with me, Jesus, yes, You showed the way You flew down from Heaven to steal
One half of me is still shakin' The other half is still waitin' for a lover Walk down the water slide Look in my eyes, show me a sign Some people swim
There's a message in the skies and in the streets Opportunity, the Americany dream It's in the radio, it's superstars The arteries and veins that feed
It was the darkest day I could tell from the moment you spoke my name Said in a miserable way With every year, you've come to regret it We covered in
I caught a piece of the sunshine Put a little hope in me But after the flood raged There's nothing really left to see But I was not done or beat The
Be a sinner or a saint Take the beauty over brains On your Malcolm, draw the X's on the eyes Fill it in or leave it blank Be the hero or the crank Undercover
We were young, twenty one, all those years ago In came a fascination, everything is under control Full of life, untried, through thickets and through
Be a sinner or a saint Take the beauty over brains On your malcom draw the Xs on the eyes Fill it in or leave it blank Be a hero or the crank Undercover
Looks like these afternoons of revery are through What's left for me to say, what's left for me to do? Float along and feel the water on my back Try
One half of me is still shaking The other half is still waiting for little hug Walk down the water slide Look in my eyes show me a sigh So people swimming
is on the way, But I will hold on anyway. Ten thousand leagues, under the sea, Oh my God, what have you done? Anything? [Bridge:] Twenty nine years, I've wondered
I live on the second floor Of an old row house down in Baltimore Watching all the colors and the shapes Standing tall up here My face against the window
