Nakedness Tonite

Be a person

Even in your wheelchair

Condition

Or sorrow of solitude

She cannot alone make

You an angel

But make love

O deep down

In your heart

And stand ... alone or together

Nude at the naked mirror

I hear a voice from

Grandpa

Saying be fit

Everyone's afraid

And no one anymore

Really knows

How it's supposed to be

Anymore

Yes

Plant that future vision

Masterwork

Of the beautiful baby child

On the love your lips

And breath

You speak to your lover

And this is no viral exchange

Of vanity

I've got time

Baby Honey

Sweet Darling

I've got time

Pattern my existence

Romance can heal

Temper my wishful dreams

And quell my wanting wishes

I'm not a flaw

Oh but I can be some trouble

I'm out searching for soft love, sacred joy

I'm on the trail of the Newfoundland woman

Good gods of fortune and luck

Guide me right

I see everything in her

She makes me want to understand the universe

And I want to experience my full self

And I would start to live again

Pleasure can be found out there in this efficient society

Spirits, fiends, heroes, ghouls, monsters

Stars and starletts of the silence

Myths

... Legends

We're all in the waking book

I'm the some man sound machine

And I know

When I sin I only go half way

And when I'm wrong

I go much too

Far

Inside, I want to believe in the body holy

And the innate quest for good will

O, well

Maybe

I's the thought that counts

I look up at the moon and somehow know

Her countenance is on my scent

And they go in sorrow, afraid

Hm  well maybe it's time I put some boxers on

This woman, this vision

I am not yet chosen by her love

But I am a grateful survivor

Who knew men and women loved each other?