The Real Power Is In

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

How Can The Life Of Such A Man Be In The Palm Of Some Fools Hand?

Look Out Your Window, And I'll Be Gone. You're The Reason I'm A-traveling On.

Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious And Dark.

Every Nerve In My Body Is So Vacant And Numb/i Can't Even Remember What It Was I Came Here To Get Away From/don't Even Hear A Murmur Of A Prayer/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.