Everything logical slips through your hands
And people you talk to just don't understand

Closing my eyes and drifting away
Recalling memories, too sad to say

With cool autumn gone and sweater away
I sit and remember my life on that day

‘Twas the night before Frances
When all through the state
Not a gas pump was pumping
Not a store open late

Here you stand in front of me
A dream that has come true
The spirit of a long lost hope
That finally faded through

Mr. Death, it is ye I seek
To challenge thee at my life's peak

The night has fallen as it does
Upon the weary day
I close my eyes and drift to sleep
My worries fade away

The night falls
And so does he
Onto a pillow
Of beautiful dreams

What war are we really fighting?
What good will battle do?
If we can't make peace within ourselves
By accepting each other's views

The clouds shed all the tears
That the child cannot cry
His anger is expressed
As the thunder fills the sky