I Want To Know What Became Of

I Don't Know What Happens When People Die Can't Seem To Grasp It As Hard As I Try It's Like A Song I Can Hear Playing Right In My Ear That I Can't Sing I Can't Help Listening

I Followed Those Highway Signs And I've Run Down Those Thin White Lines.

I'm Glad That The Bush Years Are Behind Us

Let The Music Keep Our Spirits High, Let The Buildings Keep Our Children Dry, Let Creation Reveal Its Secrets By And Bye.

I Taught Myself To Play The Piano, Because I Wanted To Play It.