Matters Of The Heart lyrics

Bang Bang Bang

Song for little man

What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there ain't place to run to
Ain't no place to run to

When he hold it in his hand
He feel mighty he feel strong
Now there ain't no place to run to
Ain't no place to run

One day he may come back
Repay us for what we've done
Then where you gonna run to
Where you gonna run

But one fine day

I Used To Be A Sailor

I used to be a sailor
Who sailed across the seas
But now I'm just an island
Since they took my boat away from me
Oh no

I don't like being stationary
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
Hoping one day they'll fall
And set me free

He wrote his epitaph
He wrote his eulogy
It said "I think that I can die now

Woman's Work

Early in the morning she rises
The woman's work is never done
And it's not because she doesn't try
She's fighting a battle with no one on her side

She rises up in the morning
And she works 'til way past dusk
The woman better slow down
Or she's gonna come down hard

Early in the morning she rises
The woman's work is never done

Short Supply

Where are
The sunny days
The blue skies
The flowers for the children
The colors for their eyes?

Don't you see
Don't you see
All these things now days
Come in short supply

It's time that we
It's time that we
Make a space in our hearts
And open our eyes

Where are
All the sandy beaches
Fishes in the sea
Birds to sing for daybreak?
Where are all the trees?

Don't you see

Open Arms

If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
I've got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms, open arms, open arms, open arms

You come hem you've had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
I'm right here I'll be right here
I'll embrace you

I'll be open with my heart
I'll let you in

So

So you make a little money
Off of somebody else's sweat
So some people starve a little
While you get fat
While you get fat

So you grind and grind
And you push and shove
And claim that those most worthy
Will get what they deserve
What they deserve

It can't be true
It can't be true
Because I've seen too many hungry faces
I've seen too many with the likes of you
It can't be true

The Love That You Had

The love that you had
In your heart is gone
Any touch of sincerity
Any trace of compassion

What hardened your heart?
What turned it to stone?
What made you forget?
You were in love with someone

Your hands don't reach out
Your voice doesn't call me
I know you've stopped listening
Your eyes look straight through me

If nights are like this
I'd rather be alone

If These Are The Things

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
Anymore

I've tried to tell myself
Nothing's changed my dear
But I look around me
And think maybe that's not so

I only have nightmares
And wake up with cold sweat
Coming through my pores

Why don't I dream anymore

I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall

Dreaming On A World

I know I may be wishing
On a world
That may never be
But I'll keep on wishing

No matter how hopeless
Or foolish
It may seem
I'll keep on wishing

I'll toss my coins in the fountain
Look for clovers in grassy lawns
Search for shooting stars in the night
Cross my fingers and dream on

I know I may be dreaming
Of a world
Far from present day reality

Matters Of The Heart

I lose my head
From time to time
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart

We should have been holding each other
Instead we talked
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart

But I asked before
Your reply was kind and polite
One wants more
When one's denied
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart

I won't call it love