There Must Be Some Kind Of Way

Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone

Shadows Are Falling And I've Been Here All Day/it's Too Hot To Sleep, Time Is Running Away/feel Like My Soul Has Turned Into Steel/i've Still Got The Scars That The Sun Didn't Heal.

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.

America Was Founded On The Backs Of Slaves.