On Golden Pond - James Patrick Dunne

Hey, when the world's on fire I believe in you Hey, when the world's on fire I believe in you Hey, when the world's on fire I believe in you We can't just disappear, Disappear without a trace And when the fire burns out And there's me and you, We're getting closer now, Closer than you'd believe, But the truth is still out of reach Hey when the world's on fire And it's me and you Seems like a different faith A world that seems out of place When these arms reach out I'll embrace you Don't feel like a prisoner A prison without a cage You're the only thing I can take It's a long way down from here When the world's on fire What can we do? I can't surrender now, But surrender falls out of (?) And when you see this boat with the golden rule, Don't let it disappear, disappear without a trace Like a man who's lost at sea It's a long way down from here A million miles are closer than you think Hey, when the world's on fire I believe in you . . .

Lonely is the night without you Just as lonely as a shepherd without sheep And where flies the falcon, in the high sweet air Without hunting in the Sprane Valleys deer She wears softness as a gown She spreads magic all around Her feathers still untouched She takes but nothing and she gives so much She flies on strange wings She flies on strange winds She brings strange things She flies on strange wings She takes off when she desires Silence grows on her lips She can bring you so much higher She spreads love on all her trips, yeah She flies on strange wings She flies on strange winds She brings strange things She flies on strange wings Woke up this morning and this feeling came to my head (To fly with her from sky to sky 'cause my mind seemed to be dead) So I floated up towards her on my mutilated wings Oh the blackness sings against me now It's the lady of the strange wings (It's the lady of the strange wings) It's the lady of the strange wings It's the lady, its a lady, lady of the strange wings She wears softness as a gown She spreads magic all around Her feathers still untouched She takes but nothing and she gives so much She flies on strange wings She flies on strange winds She brings strange things She flies on strange wings

Standing on the moon I got no cobweb on my shoe Standing on the moon I'm feeling so alone and blue I see the Gulf of Mexico As tiny as a tear The coast of California Must be somewhere over here, over here Standing on the moon I see the battle rage below Standing on the moon I see the soldiers come and go There's a metal flag beside me Someone planted long ago Old Glory standing stiffly Crimson, white and indigo Old Glory standing stiffly Crimson, white and indigo Indigo I see all of Southeast Asia I can see El Salvador I hear the cries of children And the other songs of war It's like a mighty melody That rings down from the sky Standing here upon the moon I watch it all roll by, all roll by All roll by, all roll by Standing on the moon I see a shadow on the sun Standing on the moon The stars go fading one by one I hear a cry of victory And another of defeat A scrap of age-old lullaby Down some forgotten street Standing on the moon Where talk is cheap and vision true Standing on the moon But I would rather be with you Somewhere in San Francisco On a back porch in July Just looking up at heaven At this crescent in the sky, in the sky Standing on the moon With nothing left to do A lovely view of heaven But I'd rather be with you, be with you I rather be with you I rather be with you I rather be with you