Well they took some honey from a tree Dressed it up and they called it me Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby, now Woke up last night, half past four Fifty women knocking on my door Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby, now Went out last night, I didn't stay late Before I got home I had nineteen dates Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby, now Went out last night, I didn't stay late Before I got home I had nineteen dates Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby, now Well they took some honey from a tree Dressed it up and they called it me Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby, now

Could you let down your hair be transparent for a while? Just a little while To see if your human after all Honesty is a hard attribute to find When we all want to seem like We've got it all figured out Well, let me be the first to say that I don't have a clue I don't have all the answers And gonna I pretend like I do Just trying to find my way Trying to find my way the best that I know how I haven't memorized all of the cute things to say But I'm working on it Maybe I'll master this art from today If I'd I quote all the line off the top of my head And you'd believe That I fully understand all these things I've read Just trying to find my way Trying to find my way Trying to find my way the best that I know how Well, I haven't got it all Figured out quite yet But even if it takes my whole life To get to where I need to be And if I should fall To the bottom of the end I'll be one step back to you I am trying to find my way Trying to find my way Oh, I'm trying to find my way Trying to find my way

Hey! Hey! Hey! Slippy side, Side-Side-Side go to go A long time gone and a long time past So soon so soon -- Lack Luster Lack Luster How can I muster The faith That I need to see The Things I need to see -- On again off again Bronco Try to hold on to the ribs Of the situation at hand. A long time gone and a long time past, Since I felt That Things were within my grasp. . . Wheel roll round Round, round, round -- hear that Sound. Leaning longingly against The window, Falling forlorn to the ground, ground, ground. . . When I wonder, when I whistle, When I'm wandering Through The Thistles When I'm tangled up in Bristles Hey! hey! hey! Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory -- Wrapped up and exhaulted -- Immaculate in melancholy -- She (sea) sure (shore) Rose and The sand fell Through her hands Grain after grain after grain! "In the Beginning was The Myth" Chapter one starts like this. . ., "Blank and Calm, and full of expectancy." (Herman Hess' "peter Caminziad") I'm standing exactly where I'm Supposed to be. . . Twisting and Tumbling, not Standing or fumbling.

Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Complicated, it's alright Complicated, yeah it's alright Well, sorrow is an angel that Comes to you in blue light Then shows you what is wrong with you To see if you'll set it right And I've screwed up so many times in my life Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Complicated, it's alright Complicated, yeah it's alright Until something or someone helps me get it right Or hits me over the head, locks me up and says good night I can't stand to see myself go through the motions That brings me back into these same old set of motions Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time I have to get free with it I have to get free with it I have to get free with it I have to get free with it Sometimes I just get so afraid of life I'm not afraid of death I'm scared of going through this thing twice Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time (Wooh hoo) Wanna get right this time (Hoo hoo) Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time (Wooh hoo) Wanna get right this time (Hoo hoo) Wanna get right this time Wanna get right this time (I have to get free with it) Tell me (I have to get free with it) Tell me (I have to get free with it) Tell me (I have to get free with it) Tell me Complicated, it's alright

Say that you'll be The one Drowning in my heart, to be Drowning in your arms, (take me) *3 summers heat, tangled up In sheets (take me) (* Susan Gave me that line) I'm as steady as a sea saw, And as longing as the wind, Visions of you come so filling I swoon -- so far And distant and under the same Moon, all I ask is you to Take Me Under the strength of your Words my heart is carried By a hundred birds (Take me) Into death I do seep, into The arms of your hearts Sleep (take me) Breathing as you where, Lying on The floor Take Me Take Me.

---- -- ---- A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none, Only in death can one truly return Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes, The chickens, the cows, the fish and tomatoes. In one glorious swoop, let the deed be done And bury me deep so that I can be one... And all around my muscle and all around my bone, Don't incinerate me or seal me from The dirt which bore me, the bed that which from The rain falls upon and the fruit comes from For the dirt is a blanket, no fiery tomb, No punishment, reward, or pearly white room And you who say that in death we will pay, The dead they can't hear a word that you say Your words are not kind, sober or giving, They only put fear in the hearts of the living So put away your tongues and roll up your sleeves, And pick up your shovel and bury me deep.