It's A Dream Neil Young In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound Of the birds outside on the roof I try to ignore what the paper says And I try not to read all the news And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream And I hope it never comes true 'Cause you and I been through so many things together And the sun starts climbing the roof It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay The Red River stills flows through my home town Rollin' and tumblin' on its way Swirling around the old bridge pylons Where a boy fishes the morning away His bicycle leans on an oak tree While the cars rumble over his head An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky And the young birds call out to be fed It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay An old man walks along on the sidewalk Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away As he stops with the policeman to chat And a train rolls out of the station That was really somethin' in its day Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails As it carries the passengers away It's gone Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away Only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away When God Made Me Neil Young Was he thinking about my country, or the colour of my skin? Was he thinking about my religion, and the way I worshipped him? Did he create just me in his image, or every living thing? When God made me. When God made me. Was he planning only for believers, or for those who just had faith? Did he envision all wars that were fought in his name? Did he say there was only one way to be close to him? When God made me. When God made me. Did he give me the gift of love to say who I could choose? When God made me. When God made me. When God made me. Did he give me the gift of voice so some could silence me? Did he give me the gift of vision not knowing what I might see? Did he give me the gift of compassion to help my fellow man? When God made me. When God made me. When God made me. Last Night Of The World Bruce Cockburn I'm sipping Flor De Caa* and lime juice, it's three a.m. Blow a fruit fly off the rim of my glass The radio's playing Superchunk and the friends of Dean Martinez Midnight it was bike tires whacking the pot holes Milling humans' shivering energy glow Fusing the space between them with bar-throb bass and laughter If this were the last night of the world What would I do? What would I do that was different Unless it was champagne with you? I learned as a child not to trust in my body I've carried that burden through my life But there's a day when we all have to be pried loose If this were the last night of the world What would I do? What would I do that was different Unless it was champagne with you? I've seen the flame of hope among the hopeless And that was truly the biggest heartbreak of all That was the straw that broke me open If this were the last night of the world What would I do? What would I do that was different Unless it was champagne with you? Anything Anytime Anywhere Bruce Cockburn Tomorrow may come, it usually does Don't know what it will bring to the two of us I just want you to know What I'm ready to do Anything, anytime, anywhere For you When I'm holding you tight, you give me the power To burn like a torch in the darkest hour Tell me what you need I will surely come through Anything, anytime, anywhere For you Passion runs deep, it's scary sometimes When it's larger than life or your peace of mind It's got me all the same And I'm not sorry that's true Anything, anytime, anywhere For you Anything, anytime, anywhere For you Anything, anytime, anywhere For you Pacing The Cage Bruce Cockburn Sunset is an angel weeping Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it's pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you live too long Days drip slowly on the page You catch yourself Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip's worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It's as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you'll wind up Pacing the cage Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can't see what's round the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend Today these eyes scan bleached-out land For the coming of the outbound stage. Pacing the cage. Pacing the cage.