The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

Tears And Fears And Feeling Proud To Say I Love You, Right Out Loud Dreams And Schemes And Circus Crowds I've Looked At Life That Way. But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange They Shake Their Heads, They Say I've Changed Something's Lost, But Something's Gained In Living Every Day I've Looked At Life From Both Sides Now From Win And Lose, And Still Somehow It's Life's Illusions I Recall I Really Don't Know Life At All

Yesterday A Child Came Out To Wonder Caught A Dragonfly Inside A Jar Fearful When The Sky Was Full Of Thunder And Tearful At The Falling Of A Star

It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I Really Don't Know Life At All

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid