I've been searching for something different And I think I found it through this noise Listen to me and find your voice 'Cause there is a feeling in this place Hold your head up high We can decide to forget what they say Hold your hands up high 'Cause you and I will find our way I'm not trying to lead you on But I've got something that you might want Singing a lot of feeling in your chest 'Cause there's a feeling in this place Hold your head up high We can decide to forget what they say Hold your hands up high 'Cause you and I will find our way Hold your head up high Hold your head up high Hold your head up high Hold your head up high Hold your head up high We can decide to forget what they say Hold your hands up high 'Cause you and I will find our way

Dial a light for a natural fade Seasons can change Menus scroll and the needs are met All I've got left Feed a family and we're all grown up, yet we're all still Here nothing growing, crystal caving in the atmosphere Everything's golden Natural and the disasters And everything after On the hour, every hour, yes At your convenience One of many, and the many make the garden grow Here nothing growing, but the trees erupt in black light and gold Everything's golden

This is Blow the House Down (A one, two, a one, two, three) This one goes to market This one makes a meal at home This one has closets While the have-nots down the way have none So I go to the mountains, I go to the river I pilot machines People have places And the places have the people's dreams Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down Blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down There's a song for the robbers On the other side of windowpanes A song for the cowboys Held up in hundred mile an hour trains And there's one for the lovers, and one for the sinners That they sing in the pews Short of distinctions I'd say we've all grown tired of singing blues Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down Blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh, puff, puff and blow the house down Oh, oh... Blow the house down Down and down, down and down, down and blow the house down

Time will be the life of me And time will be the death of me In my loose head, my state July My mind a room of ruby light I find you there in the empty road That flickers by the almond grove Time will be the life of me And time will be the death of me We mountain through the mountains to the point of return The ridges rose and rose for who knows how long And on and on with you beyond and there's no return I lost it there, I ran aground And I between the windows down Was a whistling bottle in the wind In my seat I hyperventilated Nothing goes only to heaven or hell Or ever did, or ever will Time will be the life of me And time will be the death of me We mountained through the mountains to the point of return The ridges rose and rose for who knows how long And on and on with you beyond and there's no return

Out in the water with weeds in our hair Whistling songs that we spun from the air I saw the shape of a ghost in the waves Dead as the sea foam, bright as the day Bright as the day Move through the summers when we were young Held to the fire, the way of the sun Lights on the fog over Bay of Bengal I turned down and they stayed on Bright as the day Out in the backyard, earth in our teeth Whistling songs that we learned in our sleep I heard the sound of a ghost in the night Scraped up dirt and monsoon skies Over Calcutta, I'm drifting alone Naked and empty as the day I was born Held to the fire, a moth in the flame Dead as the sea foam, bright as the day