Hunger In The Midnight, Hunger At The

I've Been Aware Of The Time Passing By They Say In The End It's The Wink Of An Eye And When The Morning Light Comes Streaming In You'll Get Up And Do It Again

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

Into A Dancer You Have Grown From The Seeds Somebody Else Has Sown.

I'd Have To Say That My Favorite Thing Is Writing A Song That Really Says How I Feel, What I Believe - And It Even Explains The World To Myself Better Than I Knew It.

Say A Prayer For The Pretender, Who Started Out So Young And Strong Only To Surrender.