Jimmy thinks, time can heal his wounds He learns to speak a foreign language Holds the for to be safe in
Winter’s coming, dreams
are smashed to smithereens
Too tired to wauk in any direction To find a peaceful place dreams
He’s running around
And trying to find some new stories He’s goes back and forth
Gives up hiz werld of certainties
Jimmy talks, of a future time
He’s floating around some situations And seems to be all worn out
Summer’s coming, his dreams are faded now He carries on wandering the streets
Looking for some kind of clues
Jimmy thinks, time can heal his wounds He learns to speak a foreign language And holds the fort to be safe in
Winter’s coming, his dreams are smashed to smithereens
Too tired to walk in any direction
To find a peaceful place
He’s running around
And trying to find some new stories He’s goes back and forth
Gives up his world of certainties

How many rivers we have to cross before we can stop ?

I'm just living for the sundaze.

You've got the sweetest touch.Baby.

I had a dream of the future
Storm clouds had gathered above

A blues that spread like a wildfire

'could only beat this with love

I’m gonna fight this and be strong
No fear gonna come round my way

Together we'll fight the battle
Blues you’ve out welcomed your stay

Gonna tilt my face up,

The future’s bright ahead,

Gotta get my hope on

Gonna lift my head high,

Gotta get my faith strong

Can I get an oh yeah,

Blues go away

Sun’s gonna shine, things'll get better

Clouds gotta get moving on
We conquer this thing together
Blues gonna go, gonna stay strong

Blues gonna go, gonna stay strong

Soul Sister, won’t you talk to me
Noose around my neck, the way it’s always been
And I can’t get ahead, ‘cause I keep slip slip slipping away
Soul Brother won’t you walk with me
Weights around my feet the way it’s always been
And I can’t get ahead, ‘cause I keep slip slip slipping away yeah
Be thankful for the lot that you’ve got and no more
Be thankful for the lot that you’ve got and no more, no more, no more.

Have you ever heard
Of another faithful preacher
Telling all to adhere, cos they’re living the wrong way?
Were you told not to trust
Those with different skin to us
By some self-obsessed opinionist?
Well this is what I’d say.

It’s not the time or the place for what you’re saying
It’s not the day or the year.
Don’t bring your ugly thinking here.
Just stop the hurt that you’re hissing
And all the filth that you’re insisting.
It’s not the time or the place for what you’re preaching.

Do you ever feel
Love with conditions just isn’t real?
Have your friends been told that they pray to the wrong king?
Has it been said that you’re not trusted?
That your life don’t cut the mustard?
Well my friends, let’s stand together
Oh, and this is what we’ll sing.