Comes A Time When The Blind Man

Driving That Train, High On Cocaine Casey Jones You'd Better Watch Your Speed Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind And You Know That Notion Just Crossed My Mind

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

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World.

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

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?