I Saw My Tear On Your Cheek

The Look In Your Eye

That Says You're All Out Of Hope

All The Rain In The Sky

Won't Wash Them Black Sheep

It Should Be No Surprise It's The End Of The Road

You Should Be Seeing Who I Am

Instead You Wanna Talk About Where I've Been

Instead You Ask For My Love To Be Still

You Throw It Into The Box Of Goodwill



It's Too Bad Things Have Turned Out This Way

It's Too Bad I'm Not Made Of Clay

Mama I'm Tired Of Playin' This Play

It's Too Bad I'm Not Made Of Clay



You Think The Sky Would Be All Rained Out

You'd Think That We Could Forgive By Now

The Anger In The Sound Of Your Voice

That Way That I Am That You Call A Choice

It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn

So We'll Say Goodbye And Then We Move On

Here's Another Bit Of Tuth That Is Known

Who You Love Is Not The Same As What You Own



It's Too Bad Things Have Turned Out This Way

It's Too Bad I'm Not Made Of Clay

Mama I'm Tired Of Playin' This Play

It's Too Bad I'm Not Made Of Clay



Made Of Clay

I Called To You From The Top Of The Stairs

I Wonder When You Stopped Being There

You Used To Know Just What To Say

I Guess Things Are????



It's Too Bad Things Have Turned Out This Way

It's Too Bad I'm Not Made Of Clay

Mama I'm Tired Of Playin' This Play

It's Too Bad I'm Not Made Of Clay