I'm no rasputin, you ain't no rapunzel
I have willingly fallen, and you have cut your own hair
Thought we needed motion, at least until the war kicks in
I go out in the world with you the last night of the burning flare

Trains will follow trains under the dun, under the moon
And I do believe that all that I can do is croon
And I do believe that there was a morning that I saw your true love
Burning
Next to me

But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes
So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle
And even I know, and I do believe, and I do believe that there was a morning
I saw your true love burning next to me

But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes
So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle
Sometimes I wonder if it is true humility
For this humiliation

Walking in the twilight, walking in the crows of day
From this station of passion, I go

• Ashes
• Banks of The Wabash
• Do You Love an Apple?
• Hallelujah
• Heartburn
• I'm A-runnin'
• Instant Pleasure
• Le Roi D'y's
• Liberty Cabbage
• Quand Vous Mourrez De Nos Amours
• Rainbow Crossing
• Rose That Needs Water
• Somewhere Over The Rainbow
• That Night
• The Money Song
• Two Gold Rings
• What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?