If I Could Have Any Job In

They Say Everything Can Be Replaced, Yet Every Distance Is Not Near. So I Remember Every Face Of Every Man Who Put Me Here. I See My Light Come Shining From The West Unto The East. Any Day Now, Any Day Now, I Shall Be Released.

We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All Doin' Our Best To Deny It

The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

In Another Lifetime She Must Have Owned The World, Or Been Faithfully Wed To Some Righteous King Who Wrote Psalms Beside Moonlit Streams.

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.