Dream WeaverLord I gotta keep on moving
Lord I gotta get on down
Lord I gotta keep on moving
Where I can't be found
Law is coming after me
I've been accused of a killing
Lord knows I didn't do
Get Outta My Dreams, Get into My CarSo this is love, or so you tell me
As you're walkin', out the door
The months go by, and I know for certain
It's not the love, I'm lookin' for
Some times, just for a moment,
I reach out, hope you're still there
The Last Night of the WorldYou damn right, I've got the blues
From my head down to my shoes
You damn right, I've got the blues
From my head down to my shoes
I can't win, 'cause I don't have a thing to lose
I stopped by my daughter's house
Tonight I Climbed the WallWe camped out on the living room floor,
in our old sleeping bags, by a make-believe fire.
In a tent made of covers, we talked for hours
My two brother and me.
Keeping the faith; racing with destiny.
They were angels in waiting.
Waiting for wings to fly from this world,
Wild OneThey said change your clothes,
She said no I won't,
They said comb your hair,
She said some kids don't,
And her parents dreams went up in smoke.
They said you can't leave,
She said yes I will,
They said don't see him,