What does it take,
To feel something, anything...

Would you love me if I had a voice,
Could you love me, given a choice...

It's beginning to rain and I am soaking wet,
I know it's about to start and I almost wish we...

So they say you can't come home again,
What if I said I could go back up the yellow brick...

Stand as tall as you can stand,
Try to be better than your old man...

He wanted to move on,
Find a place of their own...

Spewing along the dingy walls,
Creeping, crawling, on the edge of light...

I won't let you kill him,
I cannot see a man less because of this...

Nothing seems more sad, when I see that old woman,
A dedicated wife, really a saint...

I would take it all back,
If I knew the magic words...

A whirlwind, a derecho of such destruction,
But in that quake, such realization...

I enjoy buying figurines, in a pristine condition,
Placing the boxes in prominent positions...