Tekster:
Matt Morris

These buildings grow like weeds, like dandelion seeds, they spring up where they please. The buildings grow up and they come down, changing the landscape

Here, long before the clear, I was here Singing songs alone, in empty rooms And I can't forget your voice, it's crystal clear I hear it callin' out, and

She was a girl living in the city clinging to old religion Praying for electricity to keep it warm for the little ones Nobody made her wise to the things

Money matters when you're broke, when you're broke and money fixes for awhile. If you got money if your wallet you got permission to enjoy yourself

The un-American Needs a personal Jesus Private insurance An obedient wife The un-American Should really stop complaining He oughta take a trip to Disney

please lay down next to me next to me hear me loud let me speak let me speak please, let it fall let it fade let it go please, let it fall let it fade

Somewhere in my gut Beneath my heart, behind my lungs In-twined with veins, filled tight with blood Is something pure and hot and good It's something

(with Matt Morris) Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you?

Through the ages we have lived and died Kings make war and sages prophescied Somewhere between the first creation and tonight Was a million incarnations