I have seen the ghost of old King RichardWalking through the

Day by day they drink and dreamOld men staring out to

And the snow fliesOn a cold and grey Chicago mornA poor

No I can't forget this evening or your face as you

This is my heart's surrenderThis is my chosen momentThis is the

"There must be some way out of here,"Said the joker to

Hear my voice and listen well, and a story I will

I heard a voice so pure and easy, a songbird singing

If beds could talk, mine would be singingSinging about the time

Living in this fantasy, working with realityI have come back here

I got a light shining over meI thought this could never

I've got every reason to be highI've got a place in

The VisionAnd I saw a burning chariotAnd the four horsemen of

Sometimes the man in me gets restlessI need to get away

Whatever the words that you hearSomehow the meaning is clearWe're all

Sitting by the window of this broken-down hotelTrying to write a

a Spanish train that runs betweenGuadalquivir and old SevilleAnd

Always On My MindMaybe I didn't love you quite as good

In the ballroom of romance, there's a rock band playingPeople swaying

never seen you looking so lovely as you did