If I talk too soft, they Think I’m preaching if I talk too slow, they think I care. If I walk too fast, then I’ve got purpose here. Can’t you see, see through the prayer? It’s got you now, so I will play It’s got you now, so I will play, play, Sa devam

Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa Ride a Harley through the heart of danger Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream I was seventeen Give up my house sleep for nights on concrete Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street No more running, no more hiding in the devam

oh desert speak to my heart oh woman of the earth maker of children who weep for love maker of this birth ’til your deepest secrets are known to me I will not be moved I will not be moved “don’t try to find the answer when there ain’t no questi devam