BelieverFirst things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I could be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
Hang on to Your LoveIn heaven's name, why are you walking away?
Hang on to your love
In heaven's name, why do you play these games?
Hang on to your love
Take time if you're down on luck
It's so easy to walk out on love
Take your time if the going gets tough
It's so precious
Pumped up KicksRobert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet, in a box of fun things
cnd I don't even know what
SometimesLet me tell you about my day, it's such a very long day
It started around seven and I can hear her pray
That is why I love Sunday mornings even when it was cold
There was always something burning that was good for my soul
cs I walk through the yard I could feel your presence
Giving me the time of my life and showering me with life's lessons
Now I know what they mean when they say keep your head to sky
The Logical SongWhen I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
c miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
cnd all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
cnd they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical