We Work Our Jobs, Collect

Somewhere In A Burst Of Glory / Sound Becomes A Song.

And I Must Be What I Must Be And Face Tomorrow.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!

We've Survived By Believing Our Life Is Going To Get Better.

Serious Numbers Will Speak To Us Always.