الأغاني:
Banda V O

Once I walked through the halls of a station Someone called your name In the streets I heard children laughing They all sound the same Wonder could you

the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band

That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking

in the glory land I long to be by my Saviors side Over in the glory land Just over in the glory land I'll join (yes join) the happy angels band

ready two three four step to the right, step to the left step in forward, step in back step to the right, step to the left step in forward, now jazz hands

I see you smile and I can't say a thing Could we be friends but you don't call me Might see you out somewhere but it's like I'm not there I said I'd never

in a band I'm humbled when you take the time to hear my life in verse and rhyme But when it comes to heroes I know I'm just a singer in a band A singer

all dance If we're gonna play in Texas We gotta have a fiddle in the band If we're gonna play in Texas We gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead

All this useless beauty is haunting to my heart Dim the headlights, make amendments Starry sea of night Oh, sounds of silence so enchanting, all