spirit coming through me Thinking of my life and what it's given to me I will live within that spirit ever knowing I'm where I'm supposed to be, welcome
Welcome to my living room It's not a womb, it's not a tomb Not a June bride or the December groom Tonight, in Hyannis We'll be playing at a reasonable
You asked for it, you paid for it Get what you deserve You wanted it, the benefit How does it feel worse? You're good as gold around your neck Look over
You asked for it, you paid for it Get what you deserve You've wanted it, the benefit How does it feel worse? You're good as gold, around your neck Look
Welcome to my living room It's not a womb, it's not a tomb Not a June bride or a December groom Tonight, here in Hyannis, we'll be playing at a reasonable
spirit coming through me Thinking of my life and what it's given to me I will live within that spirit ever knowing I'm where I'm supposed to be Welcome
Translation: King Carole. Welcome Home.
Translation: King Carole. Welcome To My Living Room.
With my limited vision I don't understand Why anybody has to lose a friend Everybody has to follow their heart But it can hurt so bad To see changes
You can feel it in the air Like a circle growing You can tune right into it If you know what you're looking for If you want to be a part of it Open the
If you want to get a real education Come to the friendliest school in the nation Rhythm is our way of communication You won't ever want to take a vacation
See them drivin' by - look at them fancy wheels Headlights winkin' checkin' each other out The Great American Pastime is still the automobile Cruisin
Sometimes I feel like I've been living much too long And I've wasted too much time I think I've lost the inner harmony that flows through me And my body
Wouldn't you like to come with me On a regular old-fashioned fantasy Let the music come and carry you along Let your mind just wander Do you want to
Wind blow Moon glow You know the way to be Touching everything Going through to the second sea Starlight Sunbird The music inside us all Touches everyone
On the thirty-first day of the summer moon In the marketplace Somebody touched my hand and said I was a woman of taste Then with a flutter of wings Amid
golden spirit coming through me Thinking of my life and what it's given to me I will live within that spirit ever knowing I'm where I'm supposed to be Welcome
