I was cruising right along
with the radio on
and my favorite song
was playing
in my ears.

I had an open road
with the sun at my back
and the wind
was flying
through my hair.

And I felt like the sky
when it touches the ground
and is everywhere
it wants to be.

But that feeling
didn't last
'cuz I was running
out of gas

So I think I'm
gonna be staying
here for a while.

I need someone
to help me out of this place,

I need someone
to look at my face,

I need someone
to get me going again.


I'll be sitting in my car
with the radio on
cranking out songs
by the side of the road.


I'll be looking around
for the nearest town
and try and make it
on my own.

But I think I'm
gonna be staying
here for a while

And I need someone
to see where I am,

I need someone
to understand,

I need someone
to get me going again.


Won't you
stay a little while
with me?

Won't you stay
here for a while?

In a garden where young roses bloom
and wildflowers find their way,

she walks along a path
where thorns and thistles lay.

Her silhouette adorns the sky,
her shadow floats above the ground,

she weaves silk and velvet
from petals fallen down.

She charms the swirling wind
with calm and gentle sway,

and gazes past horizon’s end
as night turns into day.

Each day on the TV
I watch as the newspapers die
I say to myself
"You're about to go blind"

To have a country like this
Should be a dream come true
Out of all the nations in the world
We have democracy
　
So is it just my imagination
Running away with me
Or is the freedom of our nation
Running away from me?
　
Soon I'll be married
But I won't be employed
I'll dream about a home in the city
But there's none I can afford

I ask you
Am I losing it all?
This American dream
Is it too good to be true?
　
So is it just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
Or is the freedom of our nation
Running away from me?
　
Every night, in e-mails that I send,
"Dear Congressman please
Don't take my voice away from me
Or I will surely die"

Ooh, their speeches assure me
When they appear on TV,
I hear their concerned sympathy,
But in reality, they could care less about me
　
And is it just my imagination, once again
Running away with me,
Or is the freedom of our nation
Running away from me?

I once had it and I can't forget it,
Just my imagination
Running away from me
Just the freedom of our nation
Running away from me

I once had it and I can't forget it
Was it just my imagination?

I’m on my way
to see the Devil

I’m almost there
I’ll be there soon

‘Cause what I need
ain’t in Heaven

Got to sell my soul
to ease this pain



It’s been a long
and troubled journey

And all my roads
have been dead ends

But I go on
takin’ on

Whatever comes
with the turning day

I go on
takin’ on

What comes along
with the turning day



I lost my love
a long time ago

Chasing what
I still don't know

When I looked back
all I saw was black

Every good thing was gone
and she was too


So now I'm on my way
to see the Devil

I'm almost there
I'll be there soon

'Cause what I need
ain't in Heaven

Got to sell my soul
to ease this pain

Then I’ll head down
a new direction

Until I find
my love again

And when I do
I’m gonna face the Devil

I'll break that hold
and free my soul



Then we’ll go on
takin’ on

Whatever comes
with the turning day

We'll go on
takin’ on

What comes along
with the turning day

If I had all the time in the world,
I would accomplish amazing things.

I could climb Mount Everest
Many times,
Starting from my bedroom
And even in my sleep.

I could learn a hundred foreign languages
And make up a hundred more,
Or teach everyone to understand each other
No matter what words they hear.

I could build cities with vitality and care
For all people who live in them,
For a lifetime,
Or a day.

My deeds would be
Of biblical proportions,

Or better yet
Of astronomical dimension,

Or better yet
Of infinite importance,

Since I would have unlimited time
to venture past all boundaries

Beginning with my own

Even if I hadn't taken my first step
Until today.

Or better yet,
after my nap tomorrow.

I Will have my cornflakes
and eat them with a fork

so I can save the milk for last

and sometimes there are berries
and sometimes there is jam

In the end
your'e there,

So there you are.