Song Stories

Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that all to the poor, yeah

You can do all the things that you like to do All around, underground, pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around, upside down, pick a part that's new

And when it rains in Arizona And the desert flowers bloom There's a wind that blows to Boston And it sings the saddest tune

How does it feel, how does it feel? To be without a home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Please don't send me off to war That's not what my body's for

But I'll bloom, baby, bloom Watch me, yeah, you'll see just what I'm worth

Fate up against your will / Through the thick and thin / He will wait until / You give yourself to him

How Manchester made England dance.

An ending fitting for the start You twist and tore our love apart

And you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness Well, jump right on shorty, you can gorge away

I've been walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose

Windmill, windmill for the land Turn forever, hand in hand