You're Not The Only One Accused Of

If I'm Free, It's Because I'm Always Running.

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.

I Used To Live In A Room Full Of Mirrors; All I Could See Was Me. I Take My Spirit And I Crash My Mirrors, Now The Whole World Is Here For Me To See.

A Broom Is Drearily Sweeping Up The Broken Pieces Of Yesterday's Life.

Now If I Don't Meet You No More In This World, Then I'll, I'll Meet You In The Next One, And Don't Be Late, Don't Be Late, Cause I'm A Voodoo Chile.