Look around – Got no place to stay.
God I hate this town, depending on the day.
You lift me up, you lift me down – Alright, OK.
While I got no life, I got no hope;
I’m falling in love.
Help me through the fight;
(Brahms/arr. by Rick Wakeman)
Instrumental
Justice to the left of you
Justice to the right
Speak when you are spoken to
Don’t pretend you’re right
This life’s not for living
It’s for fighting and for war
No matter what the truth is
Hold on to what is yours
I am the man in the moon
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
A river a mountain to be crossed
the sunshine in mountains sometimes lost
around the south side so cold that we cried
were we ever colder on that day a million miles away
it seemed from all of eternity
Move forward was my friends only cry
Sparkling trees of Silver foam
cast shadows soft in winter’s home
Swaying branches breaking sound
In lonely forests trembling ground.
Masquerading leaves of blue
Run circles round the morning dew
In patterns understood by you
So the blue bird will fly o’er the world and the stars
In the moonlight we prays for forgiveness that’s ours
Only now can she rest from the singing of songs
And the freedom of love
Chances are when you give the love you have
You’ve got a great imagination
You carry on in the same old way
No lessons learned from yesterday
Talk of changes lost in pages of paperwork
I believe it…
How can we refuse to see
I’ve received it…
What could be our final destiny
All in all the wisdom call, you shall be young, you shall be free
Watching for the signals that some easily
Take it as a point of love, a reference place to where you are
Every step a step to set you free
Take the water to the mountain;
Take the river to the sea.
Let the forest be salvation
Long before it needs to be.
Take the water to the mountain;
Let your body flow upstream.
Let it cascade off your shoulders;