If I Had Wings, No One Would

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

Everything Passes, Everything Changes, Just Do What You Think You Should Do.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

If You Don't Believe There's A Price For This Sweet Paradise, Just Remind Me To Show You The Scars.

Here's The Thing With Me And The Religious Thing. This Is The Flat-out Truth: I Find The Religiosity And Philosophy In The Music. I Don't Find It Anywhere Else.