I thought about sitting on the floor in second grade
I couldn't keep the pace
I thought i was the only one moving in slow motion
While the other kids knew something i did not

The night that you first touched me
You shook me from my peace, then took me from a safe place
You took me from a safe place and you stole my heart's ease

(chely wright)

Everybody says don't lose your head
You gotta keep that pretty smile upon your face
Well i did that for awhile but it just was not my style

(ross / weiss)

Hey, mr. dream merchant
Everything depends on you
Oh, hey, mr. dream merchant
Bring him back to me
And make my dreams come true

Yes i love baby, well-ah, i really love ya
Yes i love baby, well-ah, i really love ya
Yes i love baby, well-ah, i really love ya
Wop, wop, wop-wop-wop

Words & music by leonard cohen

Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think i was some kind of gypsy boy

We've taken too much for granted
And all the time it had grown
From techno seeds we first planted
Evolved a mind of its own

Marching in the streets
Dragging iron feet

Music: michael w. smith
Words:david mullen and michael w. smith

I know there's a prayer flowing from
The longing for the healing to come
Someday no more dark, aching nights

See all your sorrow
But be happy tomorrow
From the back of my mind
I was searching (and I...)

From the look
In your face
I believe
It's not too late