If I could write a song Such a harmless song Yet strong enough to steal you from your phone If I could write a song Maybe the kind of song That could read you like a letter Make your next three minutes better Make you feel as you were always walking home Why don't we give it a go? Why not give it a try? Come on and let's take a ride If I could write that song Could be the smartest song But it'd be worthless if you didn't sing along

Don't recognize your face in the mirror Didn't sleep well last night Always awake before the alarm clock No matter what the time Do you really have to be the one who holds the strings? Don't you feel that something is missing? Why don't you give yourself a holiday? Where you can lie down in the warmest sun You really do deserve a holiday A hideaway for when the job is done Oh, by the way...get the damn job done! Like a nutshell adrift in the ocean An ever-rolling dice Know pretty well it's none of my business But take my selfless advice Don't you feel like you're trying hard to keep the pace? Don't you feel that something is missing? Why don't you give yourself a holiday? Where you can lie down in the warmest sun You'll never make it to this holiday You'd better finish what you have begun Oh, by the way...don't wake up the dreamer By the way...let him sleep tight By the way...no, this is not heaven And anyway, you can be dead after deadline

It's been a long long time since I washed up on this shore Didn't know where I was, what I was looking for Only knew that I was hungry, and he offered me some food I said, "Do you need a helper? Cause I might be in the mood..." I'm the man from the tavern I'm the man grillin' the chops I'm the man feeding the oven I'm the one who's cooking and hovering all over the place I've been staying here in smoke and heat But I met more folks than I could ever meet I may wear a dirty apron but my soul is shining bright Thought I'd never find a shelter, now I'm open every night I'm the man from the tavern I'm the man grillin' the chops I'm the man feeding the oven I'm the one who's cooking and hovering all over the place I'm the man from the tavern I'm the man grillin' the chops I'm the man feeding the oven When the flame dies away, I'll be on my way (Instrumental) I'm the man from the tavern I'm the man grillin' the chops I'm the man feeding the oven I'm the one who's cooking and hovering all over the place I'm the man from the tavern I'm the man grillin' the chops I'm the man feeding the oven And when the moon is high and the sea is quiet When the songs are over and the jugs are dry When the cats have finished the leftovers of the night When the flame dies away, I'll be on my way

Little doggie, wandering in the street I didn't mean to encourage you to follow me With that stroke upon your brown hair full of fleas Little doggie, stop wagging your tail Cause I'm just passing through, and I can't take you home with me I'm in a one-room flat and I don't need no pet Well I ain't no do-gooder, right? And back from work I'm so dog-tired Don’t want no dirty paws in my sight No drooling or barking at night Little doggie, it would be easier for you To scrape up dinner from the dustbin, that's what I'd do Cause you won't get no dog-food tins from the neighborhood Little doggie, yelping doesn’t work with me Why do you think I did not start a family? I don't want anybody stickin' on to me And you won't make me change my mind And even if you look half-blind No, you won't pity me You won't trap my liberty No you won't trap my liberty Little doggie, sleeping on the carpet It's just a one-night stand, a helping hand, I made it clear It's no dog-house in here

Spread the news around, the boys are back in town They've got a brand new singer who just turned 65 Jimmy's camping at the bar showing his Korean guitar Can't believe how light it is, the Les gave him a hernia Loving going seasoned travellers Help 'em squeeze 'em in stage costumes Old rockers Still have long hairs Old rockers Packed in the van Old rockers Would give it all away to make it happen again Old rockers It's never gonna end as long as they’re insane (Instrumental) John turned into a butterball, maybe it was alcohol For sure he must have learnt how to be a rock and not to roll They used to fill the concert hall, you couldn't get to the front row Now you can meet 'n greet them at The Crown on Friday nights Singing under shining starlight Plan in set list break for toilet Old rockers Hammering hard Old rockers Minstrels and bards Old rockers Waiting for that song that can't be sung Old rockers Forever young (Instrumental) Old rockers...

Had 500 Czech crowns, changed them at the desk They gave me 15 euros and 20 cents Asked them for a sandwich and took a cold beer can Now all that I have got is 20 cents But this is what you get This is what you get In Euroland Beer flowed freely back in 1989 The winds of change were blowing and everything was fine No more fighting, no more jokes and no more boundary lines Then change turned into exchange and blend into divide But this is what you get This is what you get In Euroland Belgians wake up early, when the Spaniards go to bed We love our perfect neighbours when they don't drive us mad And if the doorbell's ringing better check the spyhole first It might be a Greek who's lost the key, oh my! Another African refugee... Oh, this is what we get This is what we get In Euroland (Instrumental) Well I stand for the Union, excuse me if I dare I'm only in need of more rights, less currency to share But this is what you get This is what you get In Euroland This is what we get in Euroland This is what we get in Euroland...

If there's one thing I'm always happy to see Is you sitting by my side in the passenger's seat When I travel with you I'm on my mellow high You keep eye on the birds while I squeeze your thigh And if you’re thinking of some place that blows your mind I'll drive you around I'll take care of the music, you just name the place We can drive at a glacial or blistering pace I'll catch a rainbow if you'll get a waterfall I'll spot a sasquatch and you'll say "He's not that tall" And if the giant lobster's nowhere to be found I'll drive you around This world has many wonders to behold But they would look like growing mould If you were not around Sea waves, the blowing of a blue whale The gurgling of the geyser They would not make a sound The sky would tumble down If you were not around And if you’re thinking of some place that blows your mind I'll drive you around And if you’re thinking of some place that blows your mind (I'll drive you around) And if the giant lobster's nowhere to be found (I'll drive you around) And if you’re thinking of some place that blows your mind (I'll drive you around)

Blackout suddenly all lights go out I'm in the arms of the dark I’m cold and blind, like I was hibernating Blackout, fear leaps out and clings on to me Is my room still around here? It disappeared behind deep black curtains Blackout, my head beats against a wall But there wasn't one here at all Feels like I'm bound, I hear chairs dance 'round I remember a time when you laid by my side I could easily reach out to your hand Now all I'm trying to reach is a handle And I can't find a candle Blackout, enlightenment is dethroned What have I done to be alone And hangin' on an electric wire? Blackout, the end to the kingdom of lamps Return to the primitive camp Under my bed there is something creepy Blackout, the final assault of the night The armies of shadows that fight Kidnap my sight, will the sun ever rise? I remember a time when you laid by my side I could easily reach out to your hand Now all I'm trying to reach is a handle And I can't find a candle

Curtains open A throng of silvery stars Shiny sequins on the cloak of the sky Dashing like darts comets burn over our heads Worlds expand and collide Hear the breath of the vast black sea, listen to the tune it plays See the dance of the shooting stars, for me and you they display In the opening act of this summer night show Moon is entering Lying on her hammock She rises from water in a pure shining dress Slowly ascending she's making her way To take over the sky Watch her moving across the night and grow to take center stage She's as gentle and bright as you are, she's the star among stars Performing in this summer night show (Instrumental) Wind comes closing Whistles and shuffles And suddenly gusting with thunderous blows Rustles and creaks and bangs, All things are playing their final fanfare All the clouds leave the scenery in perfect choreography One last roll and the sky wipes out, heavens all shiny and clean No more encores for this summer night show

Hey hey Mr. Grey, what are you moaning about? Say you're the dorky one, the old and corky one But always the one who does right, I'll tell you what Get off my ground Life is hard enough no need to make it sour Get back Mrs. Black, you're always talking too loud But all the things you say, make sure you got them straight If thinking's allowed in your crowd, I'll tell you what Just bugger off You're all fighting but got nothing to fight for Lucky I've got someone who shines a light And that someone is you We take each other by the hand, we're lost at sea, adrift, you say "Ain't it funny?" "Ain't it funny?" This world is pounding hard on us still we don't make a fuss and say "Ain't it funny?" "Ain't it funny?" Ain't it what this love thing's all about? Too bad Mrs. Red, this world is pretty unfair Say we should start anew but can't imagine to You're pleased with the old in the end, I'll tell you what You're such a cliche Stand up to the wrong but give in to the right Who's seen Mr. Green? He only wants to cash in, With all the money he's got he built a parking lot Bulldozed the juniper trees, I'll tell you what They will grow back and you won't Well you know what money cannot buy... Lucky I've got someone who shines a light And that someone is you We take each other by the hand, we're lost at sea, adrift, you say "Ain't it funny?" "Ain't it funny?" This world is pounding hard on us still we don't make a fuss and say "Ain't it funny?" "Ain't it funny?" Ain't it what this love thing's all about? A bed-sheet rope that helps the prisoners to break out A parachute jump from the plane before the crash The funniest joke in the world that kills you with a laugh You've got to let love breathe All the rest is only make-believe We take each other by the hand, we're lost at sea, adrift, you say "Ain't it funny?" "Ain't it funny?" This world is pounding hard on us still we don't make a fuss and say "Ain't it funny?" "Ain't it funny?" Ain't it what this love thing's all about?

I open my eyes Light creeps in from outside And the clock says it’s four in the afternoon Buried in bed Sounds coming from the street But I turn over and hide beneath my sheets (Instrumental) My mind is aware There are things I should do, no way My bones, they can wait the very next day I'll take a rest While you run and get rich Cause my aim is to reach oblivion (Instrumental)

If the young me could come over and see what's become of him He would find me humming cheerfully, think I'd make him sick He'd gently walk away so as not to slap me in the face (Instrumental) If I could go back to the time he came from, to the high school gates I'd make myself heard and I'd try to say, what the hell are you waiting for? Lower your defences, you will do no wrong Knuckle down and write the lyrics to your song As long as blood is gushing it's ok to bleed You'll find that others need exactly what you have to give (Instrumental) When you find out that lowliness rules And you're told hope is bread for the fools Recoil from the leaders Call forth the lovesick and free The utopians and visionaries Awaken the dreamers (Instrumental)