| Part 3 Lyrics and Downloadable Mp3s |
| It's getting to the point Where I'm no fun anymore I am sorry Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out I am lonely I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard - Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other Oh babe, have mercy Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now I am not dreaming. I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard - Tearing yourself away from me now You are free and I am crying This does not mean I don't love you I do, that's forever, yes and for always I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard - Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening? Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart And I love you. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are |: And you make it hard - :| Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon What have you go to lose? Tuesday morning, please be gone I'm tired of you What have you got to lose? Can I tell it like it is? [Help me I'm sufferin'] Listen to me baby It's my heart that's a sufferin' [Help me I'm a dyin'] That's what I have to lose I've got an answer I'm going to fly away What have I got to lose? Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose? Chestnut brown canary Ruby throated sparrow Sing a song don't be long Thrill me to the marrow Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight Asking me, said she so free How do you catch the sparrow? Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting Change my life, make it right Be my lady |: Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo :| Spanish: Que linda me la traiga Cuba, la reina de la Mar Caribe. Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi, y que triste que no puedo vaya, Oh va, oh va, va. Loosely translated: How happy it makes me to think of Cuba the smiles of the Caribbean Sea, Sunny sky has no blood, and how sad that I'm not able to go Oh go, oh go, go. |
| Over the years you have been hunted by the men who threw harpoons And in the long run he will kill you just to feed the pets we raise, put the flowers in your vase and make the lipstick for your face. Over the years you swam the ocean Following feelings of your own Now you are washed up on the shoreline I can see your body lie It's a shame you have to die to put the shadow on our eye Maybe we'll go Maybe we'll disappear It's not that we don't know It's not that we don't want to care. Under the bridges Over the foam Wind on the water Carry me home. |
| To the Last Whale - Cosby, Nash |
| A. Critical Mass |
| (Acappela) |
| B. Wind on the Water |
| Suite: Judy Blue Eyes - Stills |