Wanda Westhare from Zaire--which is nowhere--was...

This girl, young and meek,
Wanting joy all her life, not knowing where to...

Travelling at five hundred times the speed of...
Cruising in my one-seater, as simple to fly as a...

I'm through,
I can not listen to another word...

1st Verse:
Being with you is like owning my own cloud...

I walk along this city-jungle,
I should, by now, be immune to its disease...

My job is hard to take,
It ain't no piece of cake...

The house next door was vacant,
For at least fifty years...

1st verse:
I wake up to another morning and still feel the...

The day I was born,
A robin was on the sill of my nursery...

I sit here with my head hung low,
Burdened with regrets, and a lifetime of tragedies...

We take for granted every day,
The morning, the sunrise, and we don't pray...