Waltzing Along (Single Version) - James

Help comes When you need it most I'm cured by laughter Mood swings - not sure I can cope My life's in plaster (In plaster) May your mind be set you free (Be opened by the wonderful) May your heart lead you on May your mind let you be through all disasters (Be opened by the wonderful) May your heart lead you on These wounds are all self-imposed Life's no disaster All roads lead onto death row Who knows what's after May your mind be wide open May your heart beat strong May your minds will be broken By this heartfelt song Arriba! May your mind set you free (Be opened by the wonderful) May your heart lead you on May your mind let you be through all disasters (be opened by the wonderful) May your heart lead you on (may your heart lead you on) May your eyes let you see through all disasters (be opened by the wonderful) May your heart lead you on (may your heart lead you on) (May your mind let you be opened by the wonderful) Set you free (May your heart lead you on) etc.

Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely Someone calls on me And every now and then I spend my time at rhyme and verse And curse those faults in me And then along comes Mary And does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chick And give me pick of memories Or maybe rather gather tales from the fails and tribulations No one ever sees When we met I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks Whose sickness is the games they play And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes At who is most to blame today And then along comes Mary And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality From where she got her name And will they struggle much, when told that such a tender touch of hers Will make them not the same When we met I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed and flaccid kids Are flung across the stars The psychodramas and the traumas gone The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars And then along comes Mary And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains She left the night before Or will their waking eyes, reflect the lies, and make them realize Their urgent cry for sight no more When we met I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch!