Heavenly arms reach out to hold me. Heavenly arms entice you to dance. In a world of ill will, the dancers are still. Heavenly arms reach out to me. Heavenly arms, soft as a love song.
Looking in the mirror Harry didn't like what he saw. The cheeks of his mother the eyes of his father. As each day crashed around him the future stood revealed.
Harry was a rich young man who would become a priest. He dug up his dear father who was recently deceased. He did it with tarot cards and a mystically attuned mind.
When your imagination has too much to say. When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day. And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say.
There's a downtown fairy singing out "Proud Mary". as she cruises Christopher Street. and some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean. where the docks and the badlands meet.
Some people are into the power of power. The absolute corrupting power, that makes great men insane. While some people find their refreshment in action.
Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight. It's time to say goodbye. Let me tell you now. Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight. It's time to say goodbye. . Now all night long you've been drinking your Tequila.
Good evening Mr. Waldheim. and Pontiff how are you?. You have so much in common. in the things you do. And here comes Jesse Jackson. He talks of Common Ground.
When you're in a dream. and you think you've got your problems all nailed down. Pieces of the scheme. Seem to rattle up and to rattle down. And when you start to fall.
Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.. (Standing on the corner). Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand. (Suitcase in my hand).
Well, you covered your tracks. and now I can't see you. You had your ashes scattered at sea. There's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at. You were in the NY Times obituary.
Train entering the city. I lost myself and never come back. Took a trip around the world, and never came back. Black silhouettes, crisscrossed tracks, never came back.
I would not run from the holocaust. I would not run from the bomb. I'd welcome the chance to meet my maker. And fly into the sun, fly into the sun, fly into the sun.
Wind blows snow outside my windows. Crowd below runs wild in the streets. Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys. Heading for the finish line.
Faces and names, I wish they were the same. Faces and names only cause trouble for me. Faces and names. If we all looked the same and we all had the same name.
All the things you said - you thought I was dead. Everything made me feel aware. Ah, you're getting old, you're doing things. You're losing your hair.
Jealousy, endlessly sweeps through my mind. Jealousy, often causes me to be unkind. I'm sorry I said that, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
The bias of the father runs on through the son. and leaves him bothered and bewildered. The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit. at the face staring back in the mirror.
When I was a young man - no bigger than this. A chocolate egg cream was not to be missed. Some U Bet's Chocolate Syrup, seltzer water mixed with milk.
If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you. If I try hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak. I picture myself in your room by the chair.