your dreams were your ticket out

being for the benefit of mr. kite

all is quiet on boxing day

i look at the world and i notice it's turning

on the great space coaster

they paved paradise again

boy the way glenn miller played

Acadian driftwood. Gypsy tailwind.

let me stormy and let me be calm

he's about seven stories tall and not taking any calls

it's time to ramble on

you keep me hanging on

give me things that don't get lost

the news of the day will be the movies of tomorrow

betting on the muse

of calenders and clocks

picture a man....

carry on my wayward son

like a pendulum do

breaking the grapevine and waking the darkness

with a little help from my friends

fixing a hole where the rain gets in

talkin' bout my g-g-g-generation

columnated ruins domino

long may you run

good morning america how are ya?

seven and seven is

tamborines and elephants are playing in the band

rapped in golden chains

you ain't going nowhere

giving it all away to a registered charity

this one is for you, cliff nobles

mean mr. mustard sleeps in the park

we gotta get out of this place

from california to the new york island

spin me back down the years and the days

all aboard

long time ago when we was fab

time has come today

not fade away

got them pacific northwest blues again

boy the way glen miller played

blue moon i saw you standing there

it all went down at the luby's

out in the west texas town of el paso

as i walk alone i wonder what went wrong

flotsam and jetsam in charge of the agency again

i would walk 500 miles