One Too Many Blows to the Head
When looking up at people remember not to stair
seasons in the city
seasons in the city
From here to New York or Chicago
The radio's on out the window
seasons in the city
seasons in the city
As the world goes around I'll be waiting
Leaves are turning brown the colors are fading
seasons in the city
seasons in the city
as the world goes around
as the world goes around
seasons in the city
Silent Wind
What did you say there my sister my
brother you talking to me? What denomi-
nation? The whole thing seems crazy to me
Don't know. I sometimes wonder if we're
walking down the same line Must go. I'm
sorry to say that while you talk I keep my
eye on the time And when we pray Do we
listen to the Silent Wind? And if you pray
Do we listen for the Silent Wind? What did
you say? Well the truth is just what it
simply is. Maybe I'm lazy or maybe I never
was a conversation whiz Don't know But
can we pull down the walls for just a
momemnt or twoMust go. And maybe look
beyond ourselves to see whatever is true
And when we pray Do we listen to the
Silent Wind? And if we pray Will we listen
for the Sient Wind? And when we pray Is
our hand against the Silent Wind? And if
we pray Will we breathe in the Silent
Wind?