...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To

Ain't Nobody Messin' With You But You

The Storyteller Makes No Choice, Soon You Will Not Hear His Voice, His Job Is To Shed Light, And Not To Master

I Won't Slave For Beggar's Pay, Likewise Gold And Jewels, But I Would Slave To Learn The Way, To Sink Your Ship Of Fools.

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?