hand in hand we shall climb
upon a mountain side
day by day we can pray
to see a better way
life is what you make it
never try to fake this
love is a story with a boy and girl
kissing as to shelter with what comes to unfurl
I cry out for magic then suddenly find none
earths completed habit has come undone
every day there's a story morning glory
voices in my stereo telling me where to go
stand at the old ivory pier
draining to tear
in a state of fear
all to draw so ever near
balance for power in the warm gun
you can learn with a bit of fun