Silvio, I Gotta Go, Find Out Something

It's Not A House, It's A Home.

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up, Before He Can See The Sky?

I'll Always Thank The Lord When My Working Day Is Through, I Get My Sweet Reward To Be Alone With You.

When You Asked Me How I Was Doing, Was That Some Kind Of Joke

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There