Colors Of The Sun

Flashing On The Water Top

Echo On The Land



Picking For A Coin

Many Other Tiny Worlds

Singing Past My Hand



Awake To Understand You Are Not Dreaming

It Is Not Seaming Just To Be This Way

Dying Men Draw Numbers In The Air

Dream To Conquer Little Bits Of Time

Scuffle With The Crowd To Get Their Share

And Fall Behind Their Little Bits Of Time



Voices In The Air

Sympathetic Harmony

Coming From The Trees



Hanging At My Door

Many Shiny Surfaces

Clinging In The Breeze



Oh, Leave Me Where I Am I Am Not Losing

If I Am Choosing Not To Plan My Life

Disillusioned Savior Search The Sky

Wanting To Just To Show Someone The Way

Asking All The People Passing By

Doesn't Anybody Want The Way



I Say Goodbye To Joseph And Maria

They Think I See Another Sky

And From My Fallen Window I Still See Them

I'll Never Free Them From The Sky