We must go faraway Where the wind will let us play Find ourselves a place with no name Try to forget the path where we came It's okay to be young in yesterday Where we play our games And no one will ever find us again Come away with me There's a place to be children once again Bring your fantasy Let it set us free from the world of men Faraway, faraway We can play Jack and Jill If we can remember still Or hide and seek, we'll run 'til we're free Leaping alive, no one can catch me Let's go out on a limb and climb some trees Even skin our knees Will you go faraway with me please? Come away with me There's a place to be children once again Bring your fantasy Let it set us free from the world of men Faraway, faraway It's okay to be young in yesterday Where we play our games And no one will ever find us again Come away with me There's a place to be children once again Bring your fantasy Let it set us free from the world of men Faraway, faraway, faraway

The lady wears lace And pearls in her ears Through a half-open window she glances outside The thought on her face has not changed in years It lives where the artist's paint dried Vermeer You make it all so clear Even when you are gone Still she is here Vermeer Her beauty is trapped Preserved in a room With tapestry walls and a checkerboard floor Her hourglass stopped in mid-afternoon And no Renaissance lover has come through the door Vermeer You make it all so clear Even when you are gone Still she is here Her portrait shines forever In the pure and tranquil light The moment never changes, and it is never night Centuries silent A lute lies unplayed But the memory of a sweet song fills the air Eternity's spent by a mysterious maid With eyes blue as porcelain, and gold in her hair Vermeer You make it all so clear Even when you are gone Still she is here Vermeer You make it all so clear Even when we are gone Still she will be here Vermeer

I think I'll take a nap, she thought, one Paris afternoon She closed the tall French windows And threw off her dressing gown Pigeons cooed beneath the eaves, carriage horses clopped On a velvet sofa she lay back, her eyelids slowly dropped Outside a magic melody rose up from some café And soon she floated off to sleep and woke up far away Lying naked in the jungle on her Louis Sixteen The leaves all pointing at her in a hundred shades of green The moon was full, the orchids bloomed The gypsy played his theme The monkeys hummed in harmony All inside the dream One by one the jungle beasts came curious to see What creature had appeared this way so unexpectedly The elephant peeked through the leaves, the serpent slithered by Two tigers came to greet her, but they really were too shy "What would my husband say?" she thought But then did not think twice If he could see his mistress then she could see paradise Lying naked in the jungle on her Louis Sixteen The leaves all pointing at her in a hundred shades of green The moon was full, the orchids bloomed The gypsy played his theme The monkeys hummed in harmony All inside the dream "I wish that I could stay" she sighed, and almost shed a tear "What lover could compare to how I feel when I am here?" "Can I return tomorrow?" she asked, but she just had to guess She floated back to Paris in a minute, maybe less She woke up in her own boudoir, had no time to reflect Her husband was just in the door, but never did suspect her Lying naked in the jungle on her Louis Sixteen The leaves all pointing at her in a hundred shades of green The moon was full, the orchids bloomed The gypsy played his theme The monkeys hummed in harmony All inside the dream

He's a harmless crazy, so everybody thinks He couldn't get arrested if he tried He’s full of full confessions to all the latest crimes He’s tortured by a secret voice inside Monday it was murder, Tuesday sabotage Wednesday it was rape and robbery He reads all of the papers And watches for his picture on TV His hand goes for the telephone as though it were a gun He's compelled to tell the awful things he thinks he's done “It was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me” Last of seven children, always underfoot He was just another mouth to feed He felt he was a burden, and when his father left The guilt inside him grew just like a weed Everybody's got their way of doing time When you're left without a reason, there's no way to reason why So Mister pick up the receiver ‘cause this is no deceiver on the line His hand goes for the telephone as though it were a gun He's compelled to tell the awful things he thinks he's done “It was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me” And he cannot understand why the cops don't take him in Cause the rope around his hands is wearing thin Don't they know there'll come a time When he will claim his crime And get his credit for a life of sin? “It was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me, I did it Come and get me, it was me”

Letters in a box Echoing like clocks Pictures of a place I used to know Funny how it seems far away as dreams Things that used to be right here not long ago Past lives, filled with memories Past lives of all the other me's The ghosts of our goodbyes never say "So long" They're just past lives, here and gone Promises that were true Old flames that were new Kisses that will last as long as time Though the years go by, still the tears won't dry In a moment I have never left behind Past lives, filled with memories Past lives, faces no one sees The ghosts of our goodbyes never say "So long" They're just past lives, here and gone Long ago and far away I hold your hand and you'll always stay We are safe in yesterday People change, old lovers end But I'll come back again I'll remember when I still know you In past lives, filled with memories Past lives of all the other me's The ghosts of our goodbyes never say "So long" They're just past lives Past lives here and gone

The limousine was double-parked In Georgetown late one night Long and black, with D.C. plates It was a common sight The darkly tinted windows hid a scene of hot goodbyes A woman soon slipped out and rushed inside But there were spies Someone with a vengeance on his mind Another with a camera close behind They both were waiting there For Senator Thomas Dunstan's last affair From Harvard Square to Washington His wealth had paved the way The corridors of power filled With green as he turned gray He married and had children, But his heart was never home To topple kings he had to stand alone The years had flown One by one he pushed his foes aside And women learned he could not be denied Some swore they would be there For Senator Thomas Dunstan's last affair Dunstan was a monster someone had to stop Or one day he would scramble to the top So a brave and broken man hatched a desperate plan To set him up, and knock him down And watch the giant drop The photographs were sent To Dunstan's wife and to the 'Post' At first he thought the heat would pass But he was doomed to roast Others soon came forward, and they made the scandal grow The papers told the story, blow by blow How long ago Dunstan had seduced a White House maid How long ago he misdirected funds for Foreign Aid How long ago his money covered up his every crime Now it looked as though he'd end up doing time His wife sued for divorce She won everything of course The scandal stripped him bare It was Senator Thomas Dunstan's last affair

I cut back the roses last winter I filled all the barrels with leaves from the ground All of the trees stood naked and tired and brown But now all around me I can see signs of beginnings Where there was nothing not so long ago Look what has come from under the melted snow It wants me to know that Something's growing new life again Underneath the surface Something's on the mend Something's growing The long winter's at an end Something's growing again I cried when you left in October It felt like the best of me shriveled inside Barren and cold, our love was a flower that died As hard as I tried I couldn't continue believing That one day the spirit of life would return Now I can see that I had a lot to learn Cause now I am sure that Something's growing new life again Underneath the surface Something's on the mend Something's growing The long winter's at an end Something's growing again Reaching for the sun up in the morning sky Storing up the power To come up with a flower I should leave it all up to the hands of time To heal it I can feel it -- and it looks like Something's growing new life again Underneath the surface Something's on the mend Something's growing The long winter's at an end Something's growing again

I've been scared to let go When the warm winds blow Cause there's so much pain when you fall But it's little or less till we soar like the rest To that place where angels call Do birds look down when they fly? When they're aiming for the sky? Do eagles forget how to float on air With wings to carry them high? Do birds look down when they fly? Why do I? You're so tender and true Still I'm hiding from you Like a soul that's lost in the dark But I'll reach out my hand, hoping you'll understand That I'm giving you this heart Do birds look down when they fly? When they're aiming for the sky? Do eagles forget how to float on air With wings to carry them high? Do birds look down when they fly? Why have I? There's a dream above us Now's the time that we must Open our eyes to the light Leave the fears behind us And memories that blind us Push ahead with all of our might Do birds look down when they fly? When they're aiming for the sky? Do eagles forget how to float on air With wings to carry them high? Do birds look down when they fly? Why should I?

He came under the tree one Christmas And she loved him immediately Her birthday at four brought her one more She served them both tea on the floor They had funny names, they loved to play games What she liked, they both liked the same They made funny sounds when no one else was around They grumbled, but they never frowned Bears had open and innocent stares They listened while she said her prayers Bears calmed her through childhood scares When she needed a friend she could always depend on bears Day by day she grew tall, through the years they stayed small Then she took them to college one Fall Young men sent her flowers and she stayed out all hours Testing her womanly powers Bears, the change took them quite unawares For soon she was sleeping in pairs Bears just sat on appropriate chairs and sniffed her perfume Soon there was no room for bears She married one day, the years slipped away Like games she forgot how to play She had kids of her own that soon were full-grown Too often she felt so alone Bears still sat on their stuffed derrieres And watched while she had her affairs Now she played with a pain she couldn't explain to bears Now one's lost an eye, one's unstitched at the side And stuffing's come out of his ears They're the one thing that's sure, the one love that's pure The one thing that's stayed through the years And it still strikes her funny how she fed them both honey Their noses got sticky and wet How they finally came clean in the washing machine A trauma they'd never forget Bears still comfort her when no one cares No one's as forgiving as bears Bears, there's nothing like living with bears When she holds them at night and turns out the light Somehow life is alright with bears She's glad there will always be bears

Out in an open field a young girl lies She's turned away so I can't see her eyes She's watching the hill around the houses rise Her name is Christina A broken road leads to the gray background Where time walks by without a sound There's not another living thing around No one but Christina Does the tall brown grass bristle your skin? When did this mood you have begin? Are you just a child that's fallen again? Or lost inside a life that could've been? A summer day in nineteen-forty-eight The shadows start to show it's getting late But it seems as if the girl will always wait The girl named Christina Always reaching out but no one is there Over and over, like a prayer Never look away from eternity's stare It's hard to know you in nowhere Christina makes her wishes to the wind Right now it seems to be her only friend And you have to be such a lonely girl To live within Christina's World

He painted them in blurs of softness, blooming in the light Ripening in curves that are delicious to the sight In nineteenth century dresses With their tresses all undone Or innocent as angels, playing naked in the sun Every time I see them I half forget my fate And I regret that I was born too late Falling in love with Renoir's women Isn't very smart How can I ever make French love with a work of art? They are only for my eyes It wouldn't be too wise If I touched Renoir's women, lovely Renoir's women If I touched Renoir's women with my heart I'd love to take them dancing in a Paris cabaret I can see us strolling down the Champs-Élysées I'd love to buy them flowers And spend hours sipping wine I'd be a perfect lover if only they were mine But beauty keeps them busy They haven't time for me I'm such a fool, I think you will agree that Falling in love with Renoir's women Isn't very smart How can I ever make French love with a work of art? They are only for my eyes It wouldn't be too wise If I touched Renoir's women, lovely Renoir's women If I touched Renoir's women with my heart (Instrumental Verse) Other women sense it Suspect I've gone astray But I return before I'm swept away cause Falling in love with Renoir's women Isn't very smart How can I ever make French love with a work of art? They are only for my eyes It wouldn't be too wise If I touched Renoir's women, lovely Renoir's women If I touched Renoir's women with my heart

It's twelve-fifteen Just one more drink The night is getting deep Some customers lay down their heavy heads and go to sleep I came here with desire to forget To watch the whores and sip on anisette But now the room has emptied down Except for two or three Excluding me The night café Once you've had enough you want to stay I'd better hit the street without delay Or I might never leave the night café Light hurts my eyes I realize I'm talking to myself That looks like yesterday's bouquet of flowers on the shelf The owner, playing billiards, calls my name "Monsieur Van Gogh, come play me one last game" "I should be on my way" I say in my half-drunken state "The hour is late" The night café Once you've had enough you want to stay I'd better hit the street without delay Or I might never leave the night café I hope I reach the door I feel faint Is that me there in the mirror Looks like a saint If I get home tonight Tomorrow I will paint the night café Once you've had enough you want to stay I'd better hit the street without delay Or I might never leave The night café Once you've had enough you want to stay I'd better hit the street without delay Or I might never leave the night café