Mud Can Make You Prisoner

Back Home Everyone Said I Didn't Have Any Talent. They Might Be Saying The Same Thing Over Here, But It Sounds Better In French.

I Could Have Spread My Wings And Done A Thousand Things I've Never Done Before.

Lots Of Cosy Sky That God And I Can Share. I Need Air. I Need Air.

There's A Smile On My Face For The Whole Human Race.

Youth Has Many Glories, But Judgement Is Not One Of Them, And No Amount Of Electronic Amplification Can Turn A Belch Into An Aria.