It's Better To Wear Seaweed Socks Than

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World, But The Heart Has Its Beaches, Its Homeland, And Thoughts Of Its Own. Wake Now, Discover That You Are The Song That The Morning Brings, But The Heart Has Its Seasons Its Evenings, And Songs Of Its Own

Poised For Flight, Wings Spread Bright, Spring From Night Into The Sun.

Ain't Nobody Messin' With You But You

There Are Times When You Get Hit Upon, Try Hard But You Cannot Give. Other Times You'd Gladly Part, With What You Need To Live

Once In Awhile You Get Shown The Light, In The Strangest Of Places If You Look It Right