All but ten approach the fen,
All but nine behind them.
All but eight are used as bait.
Seven try to sign them.
Six are left to stand and fight,
All but five to mind them.
All but four traverse the moor.
All but three will find them.

Two are left to bear anew,
Marriage bed to bind them.

One is left to tell the tale,
No one to remind him.

I’m wearing two disguises. Can you tell which one is which?
One has lazy eyeses and the other has a twitch.
Underneath I’m still the same but soon I’ll make a switch.
I’m wearing two disguises. Can you tell which one is which?

Give me my days back,
I’ll use them again.
Make friend of enemy, enemy of friend.
Turn clockwise a-counter and whether to when,
Oh give me my days back.
I’ll use them again.

Now give me my years back,
There’s more to be done.
I’ll take a few more trips ’round the sun.
When failures are forfeit and losses are won.
Oh give me my years back.
There’s more to be done.

Oh give me my life back,
The sweeter to be.
A little less you and a little more me.
When deaf I shall listen, when blind I shall see.
Oh give me my life back,
The sweeter to be.

Guitar Teacher, his wife ran away.
Travelin' Preacher, he saved 'er some say.
They criss-cross the county all night and all day...
Takin' people's money and teachin 'em to pray.

Guitar Teacher is runnin' 'em down.
Two weeks later, he rolls into town.
Finds 'em and orders 'em "Down on the ground..."
Guitar Teacher fires off two rounds.

Guitar Teacher gets life and a day.
But he ain't alone now, his guitar can stay.
He sits in the cell block all night and all day...
Takin' people's cigarettes and teachin' 'em to play.

If ever were never, then aught were nought,
All of existence an unfinished thought.
Nothing and no one e'er written or wrought,
If ever were never and aught were nought.

If Sunday were Monday and Tuesday were too...
What about Thursday? Wednesday anew?
If Friday were Saturday, what would we do?
If Sunday were Monday and Tuesday were too?

Lotsa Little played the fiddle.
Ate some eats and spake some speaks.
Felt a feeling, knelt a kneeling,
Crept around with creeps.

Tell me you love me...
On Opposite Day.
Whisper sweet somethings that wile me away.
Sing to me softly the things you can't say...
And tell me you love me on Opposite Day.

So many ways of saying
how much there is to say.
So little time to tell you of
the things that come what may.
Whenever we’re together
we can be as if as one.
And laugh and cry and live and die
and do until we’re done.

Tell me of you and your I.
Meteor lights up the sky.
Weave me your wonder and why...
and tell me of you and your I.

Sunny is happy.
Rainy is sad.
Foggy is mellow.
Windy is mad.

Whisper the Wandering Fool
Follows a serpentine stream.
Stops by a shimmering pool.
Pours in a drop of her dream.

Who will bury The Widow Childless
Next to her cheatin' old man?
Who will marry The Bartered Bride
Running as fast as she can?
Who will carry The Curious Girl
Back to where she began?
And who will bury The Widow Childless
Next to her cheatin' old man?