Got a wife and kids in baltimore jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that dont know where its flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going Everybodys got a hungry heart Everybodys got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part Everybodys got a hungry heart I met her in a kingstown bar We fell in love I knew it had to end We took what we had and we ripped it apart Now here I am down in kingstone again Everybodys got a hungry heart... Everybody needs a place to rest Everybody wants to have a home Dont make no difference what nobody says Aint nobody like to be alone Everybodys got a hungry heart...

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat Well, she looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat Well, morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat

Goodbye Norma Jean, Though I never knew you at all, You had the grace to hold yourself, While those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork, And they whispered into your brain, They set you on the treadmill, And they made you change your name. And it seems to me you lived your life, Like a candle in the wind. Never knowing who to cling to, When the rain set in. And I would have like to have known you, But I was just a kid, You candle burned out long before, The legend ever did. Lonliness was tough, The toughest role you ever played, Hollywood created a superstar, And the pain was the price you paid. Even when you died, The press still hounded you, All the papers had to say, Was that Marilyn was found in the nude. Goodbye Norma Jean, Though I never knew you at all, You had the grace to hold yourself, While those around you crawled. Goodbye Norma Jean, From the young man in the 22nd row, Who sees you as something more than sexual, More than just our Marilyn Monroe.

Goodbye England's Rose May you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country, And you whispered to those in pain. Now you belong to heaven, And the stars spell out your name. And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind: Never fading with the sunset When the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, Along England's greenest hills; Your candle's burned out long before Your legend ever will. Loveliness we've lost; These empty days without your smile. This torch we'll always carry For our nation's golden child. And even though we try, The truth brings us to tears; All our words cannot express The joy you brought us through the years. Goodbye England's Rose, From a country lost without your soul, Who'll miss the wings of your compassion More than you'll ever know.