| Love you boy, till i fall | |
| The child in me again, he plays the fool | |
| Cry for joy, amen | |
| For after all, it's only life | |
| And the way you stir your coffee, like an angel in the morning | |
| Still you dare to change your mind | |
| You'll be sorry when it's over | |
| When you've had your taste of freedom | |
| Don't come crying on my shoulder | |
| Save your tears, don't mean much | |
| Is the guilty party me? i don't think so | |
| And it, it's no bed of roses lying here | |
| Tossing and turning | |
| Still you dare to change your mind | |
| You'll be sorry when it's over | |
| When you've had your taste of freedom | |
| Don't come crying on my shoulder | |
| And these, these years of love and giving surely | |
| Must be something to you |