Things were slow this week It was easier to stay in bed I chose to get more sleep Rather than face myself again Is it just depression Working its way into my brain Or is it a form of rebellion At having to get up at 5 day after day…

There’s a voice calling out in the air and on the streets There’s diaries, struggles and final calls And me I’m stone tired but I can’t fall asleep Trying to make sense of it all There’s a prophet singing about a deafening silence He begs and pleads when are you…

You build up a wall, you live in a shell Postpone the real issues and then all is well Sheltered haven’s your life, like blinders on a horse Deciding not to decide is a matter of course One day you’re gonna wake up And get zapped back into the real…

This is the story of a love affair Of passion and despair with that lazy crazy place The holy city the holy land oh Lord have mercy Jerusalem New Jersey to me it’s no disgrace Who’s that child sitting in the stroller A junior rock’n’roller in front of daddy’s hotel…