Yeah, I Left My Past

I Hitchhiked Away From Bad Times

Now I Try To Get Used To

The Freedom To Speak What's On My Mind

When It Turn To Tears ... I Wonder Why

- The Dreams Were Under My Pillow

But, There Are No Answers

Yeah, Love Is A Riddle



Yeah, So Many Times

When I Complain About Life

I'm Unsatisfied

I Guess It's Not About The Car That I Drive

- Or The House I Can't Buy

It's Dry Tears That I Cry

I Know That All I Need Is

That It's Easy And Free

Between You And Me



Yeah, Tear Down My Littlewall

And Drag Me Away From Old Trouble

I Feel There's A Hand Now

That Keeps Me From Gettin' Too Close Today



Yeah, So Many Times...