Disneyland can wait We have time Someday there'll be more of us Maybe then the world can be Disneyland And visiting hell will be noble again
but if it's all for nothing
all the roadrunning
been in vain
And sometimes they love you because you make them feel loved.
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
Did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love?
Is it over now? Do you know how? Pick up the pieces and go home.
Down by the River
I shot my Baby.
come out and find the one you love.
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love