What do you love more than loveWhen you question what your desire is forWhen you don't just figureThat you just want more.

Hey I know where I come fromBut I have a questionShall We the People never come homeFor after all that we've beenAre the dreams to come after?

And as long as she's got noise she's fine, but I could teach her how I learned to dance when the music's ended.

She who loves last loves best.

I won't forget when Peter Pancame to my house, took my handI said I was a boy, I'm glad he didn't check.

Well I love the way the world is your garden
And you plant your seeds and you let them grow
And you take things out of the ground just like
You take what comes, but you never know.