Lying Under This Spell You Cast On

Troubles, They May Come And Go, But Good Times, They're The Gold.

If I Go Before I'm Old Oh, Brother Of Mine Please Don't Forget Me If I Go Bartender, Please Fill My Glass For Me With The Wine You Gave Jesus That Set Him Free After Three Days In The Ground.

Take These Chances Place Them In A Box Until A Quieter Time Lights Down, You Up And Die

People In Every Direction No Words Exchanged No Time To Exchange And All The Little Ants Are Marching Red And Black Antennas Waving They All Do It The Same We All Do It The Same Way

The Moon Is Quite A Show Off Given The Chance. The Stars Make A Sound When They Shine So Bright. Water So Blue And So Black.