Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway.

Walkin' Through The Leaves Fallin' From The Trees, Feelin' Like A Stranger Nobody Sees.

They Said, Congratulations You Got What It Takes. They Sent Him Back To The Rat Race Without Any Brakes.

Here's The Thing With Me And The Religious Thing. This Is The Flat-out Truth: I Find The Religiosity And Philosophy In The Music. I Don't Find It Anywhere Else.