Why Do I Have To Follow You
To Know Just Who I Am?
I Have Enough Previous Worlds
To Know Which One I′m In
These Words, These Words
Mean Nothing To My Soul
These Words, These Words
Serve Only To Fill Up A Hole
Why Can't I Flow Softly Downstream
Without The Violent Surf
If I Knew Who I Was Talking About
Perhaps I′d Know My Worth
These Words, These Words
Mean Nothing To My Soul
These Words, These Words
Serve Only To Fill Up A Hole
(Epic Xylophone Solo, Yes . . . Xylophone)
These Words, These Words
Mean Nothing To My Soul
(Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum)
These Words, These Words
Serve Only To Fill Up A Hole