Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

A Million Faces At My Feet But All I See Are Dark Eyes.

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

Creativity Has Much To Do With Experience, Observation And Imagination, And If Any One Of Those Key Elements Is Missing, It Doesn't Work.