The Lost Child Tomorrow - (April 24th 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

Ever since I have become an adult I don't really feel like I'm alive at all
I experience everything yet it still seems so far away from me
Places simply haven't any meaning, at least not since I was small
These feelings aren't quite right, it's not like it ever used to be

When will the child return, when will he settle down?
Feeling all alone makes me wander 'round and 'round
Circles I have made, straight lines I never cross
Where to go and who can help me, this little child who's lost?

Maybe tomorrow, I will find where I'm to go
Maybe tomorrow, someone will tell me so
Maybe tomorrow, I will find someway back home
But then again tomorrow I may still be all alone

Days just pass me in and out, and years grow wings and fly
The stale air around me soon will suffocate this weary head
As I place my face between my hands I begin to cry
If I don't feel so alive, then tell me 'am I dead'?

When will the child return, when will he settle down?
Feeling all alone makes me wander 'round and 'round
Circles I have made, straight lines I never cross
Where to go and who can help me, this little child who's lost?

Maybe tomorrow, I will find where I'm to go
Maybe tomorrow, someone will tell me so
Maybe tomorrow, I will find someway back home
But then again tomorrow I may still be all alone

Leave A Mark - (April 26th 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

Leave your name signed at the bottom of a page
Like blood on white carpet, the mark will stay there
Leave your spit on the wall of graffiti slang
And your mark of opinion is inscribed into memory
Leave your picture on the desk of a loved one
Your mark of character reaches out beyond the glass frame
Leave your sound recorded on a tape
They'll listen through time at your mark of endearment
Leave a trademark symbol that lives beyond your grave