Out Into the Fields (Warner Chappell/Carlin/BMG)
Out into the fields
I will go flying
Lovers of the trains
Will watch my tracks
Lonely in their boxes
Me I'm raising the smile

Out over the moon
I will go running
Lovers of the stars
Will watch my trails
Lonely in their boxes
Me I'm raising the smile

52nd Street (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
It's always raining in here
Each time I walk thro' these doors
Expensive suits and cheap whores
And I'm always sorry

Money flows real fast
Though I'm not supposed to touch
But they always say how much
They love my music

No matter what I wear
It's always freezing cold
And their teeth are made of sharpened gold
Tho' their smiles are polished white

Lives turn into units
In this building built with fear
They breathe contempt in here
And they call it the record business

Justice day will come
And this steel will turn to rust
And this concrete turn to dust
And I won't be sorry
My life outside of power
I see myself in the faces
Classes, groups and races
Locked out of power

Workers
Blacks
Jews
Children
Ché
Africa
Cuba
And I hear myself in their music

Heart Quake (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
Take me with you
Where you're going to
Miss Lonely
Why drive wild
Into distance
Miss Lonely
Away from this bitter time
Dark winds crying

And I'll find the sun in your eyes
In your soul
The dawn will no more
See us break apart
Your love always wakes my heart
Shakes my heart

Take me down with you
Make me drown in you
Miss Lonely
Counting the hours to
To our rendezvous
Miss Lonely
So cool are the waters
Where the pain is softly dying

And I'll see no scars in the sky
For you and I
The dawn will no more
Hear us breaking apart
Your love always makes my heart
Shakes my heart

Boston Ball Game 1967 (Warner Chappell)

This Anger's a Liar (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
This anger's a liar
Tells me I can make a difference
Tells me I should push to make things right
This anger lies
Laughs about my closest friends
Tricks me into livin' the fight
Come on girl
Look at my limited life
Come on girl
Tell me to keep believin'
This anger lies
Tells me I can make things right again

This light is vicious
It shows things as they really are
These eyes are mean
They show me what I want to see
Come on woman
Symathise with my pain
Come on woman
Tell me about changin'
This anger's a liar
Tells me I can make things right again

I hate these fists
They feel that they push things
They really don't touch anything at all
These fists deceive me
They feel like they hold things
They can't hold nothin' at all
Nothin' at all

I don't care 'bout the wind in the trees
Or the anger in your stare
I don't care 'bout the enigma in your voice
Or the intimacy there

I'm just afraid of what I can do to us
I'm afraid of what I can do to us
Come on baby help me 'cos I don't care

Sunshine of Your Love (Warner Chappell)
It's getting near dawn
When lights close their tired eyes
I'll be with you soon my love
To give you my dawn surprise
I'll be with you darlin' soon
I'll be with you when the stars start fallin'
I've beet waitin' so long
To be where I'm goin'
In the sunshine of your love

I'm with you my love
The light's shinin' thro' on you . . .
Yes I'm with you my love
It's the mornin' and just we two
I'll stay with you darlin' now
I'll stay with you till my seas are all dried up
I've been waitin' so long
To be where I'm goin'
In the sunshine of your love

Directions Home (For Tony Williams & Larry Young) (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
Shouldn't we be flying by now?
Half way between our lives and the stars
Shouldn't we be soaring by now?
Shouldn't we be soaring by now?
Science and explanations left below
Girl
Shouldn't we be flying by now?
Our real lives just begun

Shouldn't we have lost science by now?
All our shackles turned to sand
Shouldn't we have burned our house down by now?
Setting fire to the walls by the way we make love
Girl
Shouldn't we be flying by now?
Into the wordless blue
Above

Shouldn't we be stripped of language by now?
Half way to the stars
Shouldn't we have forgotten each others' names?
Knowing each other by the way we touch
Shouldn't we have lost names by now?
And know each other by the way we breathe

Shouldn't we be flying by now?
Shouldn't we be flying by now?
Shouldn't we be soaring by now?
Shouldn't we be soaring?
Shouldn't we be calm by now?
Shouldn't we be home?

Milonga (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
There is no deity there
It's your eyes filled with fears
That taught the clouds to release their tears
You taught the skies how to cry

When I run my hand thro' your hair
There is never science or sin
It was the touch of your skin
That teaches my body to breathe

There is never science or sin
It was the touch of your skin
That teaches my body to breathe . . .

You taught the night to be dark
When you left my place
You made up dancing light
When you lifted your face
You placed me in this city
To punish me
You taught the sky how to cry
How to cry

You made the earth to spin
And spin out of control
Each time we make love
You invent depth and soul
Each time my arms surround you
You create the idea of calm
You taught the skies to cry
Each time my arms surround you
You taught the sky to cry

There is no deity there
It's your eyes filled with fears
You taught the sky how to cry

Dancing on Air (JBM Publishing Ltd./Notting Hill Music (UK) Ltd.)
Dancing on air
We'll be there 'till the close of the day
Try anyway
But you can't keep the magic away

People say it's not real
Don't seem to have any feelings

Dancing on air
We'll be there 'till the end of the sky
Bending the time
Just a little so we can get by

People say it won't last
Everything's going much faster

Leaving our hearts in a thousand towns
Sleeping when dawn comes around
Playing there just for a moment or two
Together
Leaving our place in a thousand rooms
Breathing in gasoline fumes
Laying there just for a moment or two
Together

Leaving our hearts in a thousand towns
Sleeping when dawn comes around
Staying there just for a moment or two
Together
Leaving our place in a thousand rooms . . .
Breathing in gasoline fumes
Laying there just for a moment or two
Together

Windowless Rooms (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
Havin' lived all my life in windowless rooms
I never thought I'd see a girl cry such translucent tears
Christ she was tryin' to understand me
Christ she was tryin' to understand me
Christ she was tryin' to get me
Christ she was tryin' to understand me

Havin' lived all my life in smoke filled rooms
Never thought I'd see a girl cry such iridescent tears
I never thought I could favour such thorny fears

Havin' spent all my life watchin' faces dissolve into lines
I never thought I'd see a girl with such three dimensional pain
Yes she was tryin' to love me
Yes she was tryin' to love me
Yes she was tryin' to love me
Yes she was tryin' to love me

Havin' spent all my life watchin' faces stiffen and fall away
Never thought I'd see a girl in such fluid pain
Never thought I'd be close to so much to gain

I'd lay myself down by your fingers
If I could be close to your palms
I'd let myself be killed by your fingers
If I could be buried in your palms
I'd let myself
I'd lose myself

Havin' walked thro' my life with hands this destructive
I never thought I'd see a girl with such unconditional care
Christ I need her
Christ I hate her
Christ I need her
Christ I hate her
Christ I need her
Christ I hate her

Dark Heart (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
Dark heart
I can show you the darkest part
My shadow heart
Where your affections really start
Now there's cruelty in its tone
And anger in its pitch
Danger in the zone
You love me for it
Yes you love me for it . . .

Dark eyes
Stripped of all disguise
You're afraid of me
Just as much as you ever hoped to be
Broken glass on the table
Shadows in the air
Shadows in the air
You need me for it
Yes you need me for it

The clouds run by in the empty sky
There are mysteries there
And they're in your touch
There's a moving fear & a darkness here
And it's in my touch
It's in my touch

Dark eyes
Stripped of all disguise
Dark eyes
Stripped clear
Broken glass on the table
Shadows in the air
Shadows in the air
You need me for it
Yes you need me for it

Dark eyes
My shadow heart
Dark eyes my shadow heart

Mr Flesh (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
Come on Mr Body that's enough of that
It's good to e faithful
But it ain't natural
I wasn't put on this earth
To be still and fat
It's good to be truthful
But it ain't natural
But I'll be truthful to you baby
I'll be true to you baby
I'll stay fit and hungry
'Cos you know what natural feels like

Come on Mr Flesh
Knock off that shit
It's good to be clean
But it ain't natural
Don't mind bein' straight
But I'm bored with it
I'll be true to you baby
I'll stay fit and hungry
'Cos you know what natural feels like . . .

Come on Mr Flesh
Knock off that shit
It's good to be clean
But it ain't natural
Don't mind bein' straight
But I'm bored with it
It's good to be healthy
But it ain't natural
But I'll be clean for you baby
I'll be healthy for you baby
I'll be straight for you baby
Cos you make natural smell good

He The Richmond (Warner Chappell)
There comes an affair in the tides of men
When you can't go back again
Yes there comes a darkness in the affairs of light
When you can't hold back the night
So you go where your mind will keep
Where the wind plays the restless to sleep
On the notes of the broken piano

Oh the rivers and the seas
And you that ride them forever
They call my name to your dark eyed ranks
To leave them never

Yes my name it is written in the sand
And it can't escape your sweeping hand

There comes a time as times must come
When they leave take some leave some
Yes there comes a wave in the seas of men
When you can't swim back again
So you go where your mind will keep
Where the wind lulls the restless to sleep
On the beams of the broken headlights

White Room (Warner Chappell)
In a white room
With black curtains
Near the stations
Black roof country
No gold pavements
Tired starlings
Silver horses
Ran down moonbeams
In your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles
On you leaving
My contentment . . .

And I'll wait in this place
Where the sun never shines
Wait in this place
Where the shadows run from themselves

You said no strings
Could secure you
At the station
Platform tickets
Restless diesels
Goodbye windows
I walked into
Such a sad time
At the station
As I walked out
Felt my own need
Just beginning

And I'll wait in the queue
As the trains come back
Lie in the dark
Where the shadows run from themselves

At the party
She was kindness
In the hard crowd
Consolation
For the old wounds
Now forgotten
Yellow tigers
Crouched in jungles
In your dark eyes
She's just dressing
Goodbye windows
Tired starlings

And I'll wait in this place
With the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark
Where the shadows run from themselves

Surge (JBM Publishing Ltd.)
There's a surge of all this energy
That collapses from within
Like blood looking for a wound
I call for you again
And I call your name
And the angry rain turns to brilliance
This life is so cruel
But this life is so good

She said anger's the real eye of your body
I said I got no privilege to anger
We all got whacked this time around
We all got smacked to the ground . . .

I got no privilege to anger
This life is so cruel
But this life is so good