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Jones Howard

Where Are We Going ? By Howard Jones. ------------------------------------- Restarints where hoisted on At such an early age Straps where tightned

Honey, I think Audrey?s a little mature for you No I don?t think she?s mature I think she?s nice Hey mom when are we going? Look mama I love you But

There was a time when there was nothing at al Nothing at all, just a distant hum There was a being and he lived on his own He had no one to talk to, and

Is there a difference between yes and no Is there a difference between up and down Must I fear what others fear What nonsense Some people are content

Well you're not, you're not who you think you are Well we think that you are John or Dave But you're not, you're not who you think you are Jumbled mass

This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle that threatens to Tighten and destroy you

I was walking down the street With my old friend Luke And the strangest thing we saw There was a flash like dynamite And we fell down to the floor And

Spare a thought for the souls Who cannot leave this earth The attachments bind so tightly, not a chance Not a chance of a new birth The river gently beckons

It's not my fault if you didn't live out your youthful dreams Now you want to backtrack, how different it all seems Love seems to be like alcohol, evaporates